Looking at this photo that my dad took 2 years ago really makes me wistful.
People say that I went to Taiwan and came back a fob.
But I dyed my hair brown because I finally could.
And I grew my hair an extra 6 inches because I finally could.
Finally, no one pressuring me about what I should.
I met quarter-life crisis head-on!
Examining at this photo, my first thoughts are: Hey, that's some seriously gorgeous hair.
Today my brown hair is dull, flat, and lank in comparison. But aren't we supposed to improve with age?
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