When I was a pre-teen/teen/adult, my sister used to tell me to brush my hair.
Half the time, I’d already brushed it.
I just had no idea what to DO with it. It’s natural state was…stringy? Weird?
Surprisingly close to my natural state.
I still don’t understand hair.
But I’ve learned that when you color it teal, that forgives a thousand imperfections.
So here is my little teal-haired fairy.