Her hair was long and dark. Women stared at is as she walked down the street. Of course she wasn’t a bad looking woman anyway but her hair truly had a life of its own. Long, black, luxurious, it was the kind of hair you see in movies or on hair product commercials. She’s lived a life knowing she was beautiful and knowing that her hair was a thing of envy for many women, and drove men to distraction. She would feel lucky except that she didn’t. She had been taught that looks were what got her where she wanted to go in life. That she had to stay fit, beautiful, take care of her hair above all else. That even though she may be smart (this was never emphasized) she would never be smart enough to get anywhere without her looks. Coming from her mother for years this was burned into her soul, and true or not she was not able to get out from behind the thought that she had to lead with her looks, specifically with her hair.
So, it’s for this reason that one day she went through something traumatic that sent her right over the emotional edge. She went to get a haircut with Dominic, her fabulously Gay hair stylist who she’d seen for years. Except Dominic was out of sorts that day. She should have taken that as a warning. He was distracted with his own troubles so when he accidentally mixed the wrong chemicals together to add a little color to her hair he did not notice. This is how she went from having long, luxurious black hair to having hair that was gray. Gray. What? She was destroyed.