Yesterday, the fan blew my hair into a style very much like my primary 1 hairstyle. Boyish cut with side parting to the extreme left… people use to mistake me for a boy when I was a kid.

And I think, I’m almost ready to go out without a bandana. I’m so scared and apprehensive. I just gotta pretend I have naturally high forehead. I just gotta get over the fear. Get use to styling my hair every morning. Get use to everything I had forgotten for the past 1 year.

But first, I need to remove the tanline on my forehead now.