Personal Narrative About My Hair

People always joke with me about my hair. Jokes about how I could tie blades at the end of my hair and whip it around like some kind of ninja warrior. It’s completely understandable to view two long braids as secret weapons of a trained assassin. I could probably use it as a weapon, if I wanted to. It was definitely long enough. Braided, my hair was a bit past my waist. “Why do you keep your hair so long?” people always ask me. How many times has my mom asked me this? How many times has she told me tying my hair in pigtails was too childish for someone in high school, especially for someone going on to college? Even funnier, is the number of times people my age have told me the same thing. When I was little, my favorite superhero had hair