hairless; selfless

I dont know why we make such a fuss about our hair. But we do.
The generalisations and stereotypes are unavoidable. Blondes are stupid. Blondes have more fun. Red heads are bogans, if you want curly hair you must eat your crusts. I could go on, but I tend to disagree with all of these. Especially about blondes having more fun.

The way to my heart is through my hair. Start playing with my hair and you start playing with my heart strings. A few simple strokes and I drift off to a charming place where voices are soft and the music is all keyboard while chocolate flows freely on tap, and within minutes I will be eating out of your hand. Providing its chocolate and you keep playing with my hair of course.

Now back to reality. I want to give a massive round of cyber applause to a wee girl I used to go to high school with. We no longer sit in the same circle at lunch time and I can no longer copy off her in French. But that matters not. Kirsten is her name, or 'Kiki' as I like to call her. Pretty, bubbly and often as ditzy and oblivious as the Blonde stereotype that shadowed her. She had a great head of hair. Had, being the key word here.

Im so thrilled to say that Kiki ( featured to the left right alongside one of my other favourite school characters Lewy) participated in the Worlds Greatest Shave this week. Never in my wildest dreams would I pick the spoilt princess of our year 8 group to partake in such a real and physical transformation with nothing but thoughts for others in mind. It warms me to the core.

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She no longer has the perfect blonde locks I once envived.
Heck she no longer has any hair to envy.
But never have I admired her so much as I do right now.
Imagine if we all took away some unessential features what real inner beauty would have the room and potential to shine
 :)