It’s been two years since I started dreading my hair. Wild.
Today the border officer in America told me that my hair is awful and it’s a good thing I have a pretty face because if I didn’t my hair would look even worse. Then she told me everyone is lying to me when they tell me that they like my hair, and she can honestly tell me that because she’s a border officer. We laughed with her because she was pretty blunt and hysterical about it.
As soon as we walked into the mall I had two people tell me how much they love my hair.
The whole ordeal made my day.