Personal - What about looks?

I have desided to make a stand here.

Just so we are clear - I love my style. I like wearing my clothes, I like my makeup and what's most important, I love my hair. My mohawk (growing it to deadhawk) is the best. When I was teenager, I understood that to really like myself I can make changes. I had brown, long hair. I cut it to my shoulders and colored it orange. That's how all of this started. I have never enjoyed looking like every other girl, I have always liked popping out in a special way. And believe me when I tell you, people laughed a lot to me.

But now, when I have side cuts, sometimes even side balds. Somehow people think it's okay to comment on the way I look, because it's so radical. But then again, people who comment usually don't pop up like I do. They would disappear in the sea of people with their plain everything. I have never understood why people want to lose themselves, scalp every humane, sweet and weird parts off just to belong, even if it was a lie.

The thing is, if you repeat a lie long enough, you can make yourself believe that it's true. But lie is always a lie. And I simply can't understand why anyone would hurt themselves by hiding who they really are just to impress someone? If you have to impress by changing who you are, is it worth it?

Change is sometimes good. Sometimes it makes you better, stronger and wiser. But sometimes you forget who you really are.

So when you feel the urge to look at me and people like me and state that "We look exactly to same", please shut up. Yes. There are about less than million who look like me. But almost everyone who passes you by look like you. So who are you to comment on me?

Also, people saying things like "your hair is amazing" and "I wish I was brave enough", it's just hair. It'll grow back. Also, you are probably the persons who have looked the same their whole life (because mother knows best how you should wear you hair) and to state out, I would be scared to go to a professional looking like they do. It's embarrassing.

Let me hear you scream. And I mean it.