My hairdresser by Ana Diaz

My younger self relied on hair growing back no matter what and didn’t care much about messing around with it. Although the odd freakish self-cut or dye would outrage my folks, I never meant for it to be rebellious, not even hip; I just didn’t know what I liked, how I was meant to look....

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