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Saturday, August 20, 2005


Change


I realised the strangest thing today. How change is only a way to teach ourselves to like who we are, and the way we look. For the last year I have changed hair colour like underwear. I have been everything from blood red to bleach blond. Today I am back to who I am, a brunette. I put my glasses on after the hairdresser was done and I was stunned, my hazel eyes were bright and you could clearly see the specks of green, my lips looks red and full, there was colour in my face which I haven’t seen in a very long time. Even the dark rims around my eyes (the fault of a heavy night of computer gaming) didn’t look as bad. Why did it take me ruining my hair, because it is dry and brittle now, and going through the pain of bleaching, because that burns like hell, to realise that I look best as a brunette? I feel somewhat stupid.

Advice: Don’t change, unless you are 100% certain that you will come out as a butterfly.

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