Some people love your hair.
Some people don't understand it.
Some think your parents are making you have it long.
Some think your parents should make you cut it.
Some people think you are a girl.
And some people wish they could have hair just like yours.
What I love about it is that it's you.
You chose it.
You grow it.
You endure the attention, both positive and gender twisting.
And you don't care what anyone thinks...
Well, I think if you had your way you might pop a few people
who've referred to you as a lady on the quick draw. :)
Today you rocked a half man-bun, and I was secretly in love.
If I could control your hair styles, THIS would be a daily thing.
Daily.
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