A person is more than our eyes can see

“I look like a blond Shrek trying too hard with this hair, if i saw myself on a streetcar i wouldn’t want to talk to myself either.”

“so what? then own it, be the bitch, experiment it, see what this hair brings to your personality.”

I always thought i was very capable of not to stereotype people, not putting people into certain categories, capable of not being racist,  sexist, capable of giving no fucks of what others people think of my life, my decision.

but for the longest time i was scared to dye my hair blond; why? Why does ones hair colour matters so much? what am I scared of? Continue reading A person is more than our eyes can see