Ever since I was in high school, I was always teased by my classmates. The reason: the color of my hair. Filipinos have the natural black shade on their hairs but mine is chestnut like. They always say that I am like a hooker. And I just can’t do anything about it because my hais has the tendency to turn brownish. So I decided I need to change its appearance.
From time to time, I asked my aunt’s help to “color” it black. It helped eliminate the teasing lines I constantly received. So for the meantime, I lived a happy and peaceful life.
When I reached college, I got tired of maintaining its color so I stopped. Sometimes I received jokes about the color of my hairs but I just shrugged it off. I just think it as a compliment. :D
While I had my vacation in my aunt’s place, she tempted me to have it black again. I was, in fact, tempted so I have I agreed to color it black again. The negative side with my decision was allowing my aunt to do my hair. The aftermath was a combination of my newly colored hair (black) and my old hair (brown). So instead of uniting the my hairs shade, I now have multicolored hairs. How nice :(
The moral: be contented with what the Lord has given you. I just hope that they will be normal again. :P