Fun to read everybody's stories!
I have considered my hair my enemy for most of my life. My story is trying to accept that what is on my head is part of me.That means a lot of hate, years of putting it in a ponytail and pretending it doesn't exist, etc.
My issue is that now that I try o like it I suddenly care and it makes it more frustrating all that I hate about it.
Most days I'd rather go back to a time when my own hair and other' people's did not attract my attention AT ALL. It was ignorance as bliss. Now I see color tones, levels, textures, etc, on others, and am all the more saddened with what I have.
I'll see where the story goes...
Good luck to all of you!
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