i dyed my hair at the beginning of last year. and i decided never to dye it again. there’s something about the dark folds of raven black hair that i wish i had remembered in the first place. now i have this two-tone thing going on with my tendrils that i could really do without. i used to hate having plain black hair like a fragile chinadoll. i hated my pale asian skin and my small eyes.

up until now, i never realized how much i like the way i look, how refreshing it is to feel good about your appearance and to know that a fair facade is like an iceberg: there’s always much more beneath the surface. it takes some self-excavation before you feel comfortable with yourself.

i don’t think i’m quite there yet.