i like just the way you are

    Once upon a time there was a little girl who wanted to have pink hair. She was a human being, and also quite young at the time, so it probably wasn't a good idea to expose herself to all of the chemicals that would be necessary for such a process, anyway! Still, she did wish for it a lot. However, she knew she could never do it. Because she was already a person that nobody liked to look at, and that nobody wanted to be reminded of, and such a bright and happy color would only draw attention to such a person. Such a color would not suit somebody who was supposed to stay unnoticed.
    Also her mother hadn't even allowed her to paint her nails until she was 11, so that was likely a big no right there!
    Every person who ever decided they loved the girl in spite her bad secrets and ugliness was taken away from her. It was not until she was much older that she was met with an unlikely group of acquaintances who where whittled away from a sum of many who had longed to learn about the world in new and exciting ways. These funny people all learned to laugh and grow together, and they cared for each other in strange ways, and the girl loved them all very much. But in the end, even they had to leave her life.
    The girl was now very alone, and very lonely. But in her loneliness, she was open to anybody who she thought could help her. And what she found that could be surprised her.
    She fell in love with a found group of people who spoke a foreign tongue but could dance and sing and laugh in a way that was universal. She was reminded of the funny people she used to have fun with, before they had all left her. They taught her how to love again, and they brought a whole new era of joy upon her life.
    During this time, the girl was still alone a lot of the time, but she was much less lonely. She learned to love others once more, and she learned to love herself. She let herself be happy because it was something that she wanted for others, and decided she could want it for herself, too.
    And part of that happiness was pink hair*~

So the moral of the story is that the people you love aren't always the people who are best to have around and that it is okay to want happiness for yourself because you are the only one who can take it for yourself and hey forget those guys who tell you luving pop stars is lame ෆ˘◡˘ෆ