It's an omen.

In every way, the events we chose everyday will shape our future. Whether they seem small or insignificant they do. From choosing to wear that blue fur coat instead of just a black blazer and spend the whole night standing out instead of blending in. To going from one extreme hair colour to another.

I love to change myself and I've had a very vain look back and I see.

Lots changes with a packet of dye.

Luscious black with long waves.

When Max suggested I go red about 4 months ago.

Nearly 2 years ago. Note the hectic side boob and the complete disregard for a slightly malnourished body.

And yes. I was a Blondie Barbie once. Wasn't it ambivalent. Gross and wonderful at the same strange time.

Never just fit in.

Always stand out.