I still remember the first time I dyed my hair.

It was during my time as a trainee.

I wanted it to be blonde.

I remember the first time seeing myself in the mirror with light hair.

I looked so bright. And warm.

It put so much emphasis on my dark eyes.

I remember liking it, my hair, my face, myself.

I was so surprised when I realized that this was the first time I actually felt like this. Like myself.

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