Keep Calm

Part 1: The Beginning

Hello all. I think this is a good start. I think are the keywords. I'm pretty sure the moment I knew I was "different" was in the first grade. I wasn't like the other girls. Ya know, the into hair and frilly dresses part. I liked to wear short sleeves and shorts. All. The. Time. I didn't wear skirts or short shorts. I would wear tank tops and jeans. I've always had long, curly, blonde hair. (Blonde until I turned 11 and my hair started to go brunette). Fourth grade I chopped off all of my "precious" long hair. I thought to myself, "Long hair isn't me." And I was so right. I looked like me and felt comfortable with short ass hair. Someone didn't like it?? Fuck them. It's my head, not theirs. Ever since then I've had short hair. So about four years now. You're probably thinking what the cover has to do with this book. No?? Oh okay that's fine. I was proud to have short fucking hair and nobody is going to make me think twice about it. The beginning was difficult yes. Getting labeled with the words that hurt so much. "Gay." "Freak." Only two people stuck by me. And I have 5/7 classes with them both combined. They're friends. They're family. Ugh I'm getting so soppy. Sorry. Any who, back to the point. I was proud to rock that short hair because I felt like me with it. That's a good start in my opinion. Love ya lots!!
~Sophia8686