writing challenge: July 19, 2017
Prompt: imagine how life would be if you could completely change your hair color into something completely opposite your current style
I’ve always been identified with my hair: thick, long, and bright blonde. For an experiment, I temporarily died my hair chocolate brown my senior year of high school. Many of my fellow students, including friends, thought I was a new student at first glance. I was marked absent in two of my classes by teachers I was friendly with, and my best friend had a panic attack in a crowded hallway when she couldn’t easily pick me out of the sea of student by looking for “the little blonde”. That’s when I realized how much people rely on markers for identification purposes.
By the age of 21 I had grown my hair long- down to my hips. Kids called it “princess hair”, and one little niece had taken to calling me “Aunt Rapunzel”. I had always planned to donate my hair- I just wanted to see how long it could grow first. When the day finally came I chopped off 18 inches. My hair was now level with my chin. I didn’t tell anyone before-hand about my plan and I didn’t regret it. The gasps of shock and double glances from those who knew only my long hair were an entertaining symphony.
To this day, I am still identified with and by my hair, but I find that it doesn’t bother me.
Bringing Mae Flowers 
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