If you are a high school student or the parent of a high school student right now or in the near future, this information is for you.
Unwanted petting of my hair, trying to put stuff in it, presumptuous questions, all were seemingly friendly and joking acts, but I could tell they were a subtle form of ridicule.
Everyday that I shop and work and speak and travel and read and exist quite happily with this gorgeous head of hair, I defy the stereotype that I have to conform to a certain standard of beauty.
“Mommy, tell the truth; is there a Santa Claus?” I took a deep breath and told him the truth. And then he burst into tears.