My red hair never used to be this vibrant.

It used to be a dull auburn, more brown than red. In the sun it shone a slight rust color.

But now it was crimson red…and the color would not fade.

I do not know how my hair changed such a drastic color.

My mom thinks it’s because I eat too much cherries.

My dad is convinced I dyed my hair.

I did not.

The first week I noticed my different hair hue, I washed my hair seven times.

No change occurred.

I then applied an array of oils and products, yet my red hair remained.

No matter how much I wash it off, it was still there. The evidence of what happened was still as clear as day…I had done something that altered my body.

For weeks, I contemplated what thing I must’ve done for my body to alter.

But then it finally clicked.

My body was tired of hearing me complain about how horrid and ugly I was. My body wanted to show that my words hurt my image.

I miss my old, auburn hair, but I cannot take back the words I unknowingly said.