The girl whose hair went up in flames.
She used to be that Rapunzel with hair long, beautiful and precious.
A nightmare took that away overnight.
When I looked at the mirror, I had been looking at the loss.
The girl missed her hair, totally, completely and very honestly.
She couldn't understand why it was taken away from her.
Just like that.
When I see photos of my used-to look, I felt the most sorry for myself.
Reminders of the past scare me.
I was nervous.
I kept looking at the mirror,
I couldn't register the new me.
The girl cried everyday, and she lost her mind.
She couldn't accept the once perfect hair is replaced by hair so tortured.
I was still grieving.
I am the girl whose hair went up in flames.
