Thoughts on letting hair down
They say
Why don't you ever let your hair down?
I say
Do you know what it feels like to be swarmed by hair tentacles?
I'm Medusa and I don't even try.
I can't think with my hair in my face, so I don't bother.
They say
You look ugly.
I say
My own body thwarts my every attempt to look beautiful.
They say
I interrupt.
I say
I'll do whatever the hell I want.
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