My hair

My hair is like most teenager's hair. It is unique, it is one of a kind. And it reflects me. Most days, I wake up, and my hair is a mess. I don't how, or when it happens but sometime in the night my hair starts having a mind on of its own. As a guy, however, I don't pay that much attention to my hair.

You would think that I would be mad that I have such uncontrolable hair. But I am quite okay with it. Despite the mornings waking up and seeing a monster in the mirror, I just shrug it off. Je suis comme je suis. I am who I am. And I quickly comb it down before realizing (usually) that I'm late for school, and then I drop everything for a quick breakfast, etc....

My hair is part of the story of my life. It is a very unique part of me. Even after the bad hair days, and the even worse hair cuts, I am confident of myself as a person. Je suis comme je suis. I am who I am.