I've discovered the eighth wonder of the world, my hair! It's presents is an impulsive attraction to the human eye. It declared its independence from the moment it grew.

              Everyday, I wake up to a disagreement with my untamable, irritable, dirty blond hair. Somehow and someway it just ends up winning. I can put it down but it just won't stay.It will always find its way to win me.

              My hair being a wonder to everyone including myself has an unusual look. I look as if I've been mildly electrocuted but it had enough power to keep my hair figuration the same , forever. It's either that or my hair just enjoys being the way it is. Although, people may say that the nineteen- seventies are over, I just start to laugh and say yeah I know but Ive brought it back.

             My hair is a shape shifter. Starts out being spiky up to softly going down. It moves unconsciously because of the wind. My hair comes to life with a single breeze as does a tree. My hair is what separates me from everyone else.

              Although, my hair sticks out like a sore thumb, it's still a conspicuous style let alone different just like me.