Pink Hair!

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   I am thinking of dying my hair pink, a purplish pink.I have been transitioning for 15 months now, and if I were to big chop my hair it will be dyed pink. I was thinking about it once I stepped into the steamy shower this morning, while droplets of water were beating my skin.

    I instantly thought of myself dancing in one of those edgy commercials where the product is  skinny jeans, and I am surrounding by tall, gorgeous people dancing to rock music. My hair sways to the left than to the right. My painted lips snarling here and there, and I just don't care anymore. No more worrying about what others think of me, or slaving to others expectations.
 
      It's just me and my pink hair, studded stilettos,punk shades and my punk attitude. People wouldn't know what to do with me anymore, they'd think I lost my marbles. In response I would get a septic nose ring and tattoo my knuckles.

     Two years ago, I craved for red hair a year afterwards it was blonde. The most I've ever done to my hair was have a burgundy gloss. Inside my habitual crevice, my hair was the same black color since birth, but out into the sunlight  my hair grew into a red aura.

    When I hopped outside of the shower and changed into my jeans and t-shirt, I felt uncomfortable. I sat in my chair unsure what my next move would be. My thoughts changing as fast as a nerve synapse.  Staring at my laptop, I wondered if this draining sensation would  scratch away if I finally did what I wanted to for a change.