Dear parts of my hair that are, for most intents and purposes, white:
Thanks. Even though you are a result of over processing. Even though you don’t hold color for longer than a week and make it much more difficult to stay neon. Even though you’re grown out but I can’t cut you off because that would leave me with a haircut so off balance that i would walk sideways from mal-distribution of wieght.
Because people generally think you’re cool. Like, 1980’s Labyrinth David Bowie cool. And you match my sunglasses.
Yeah, white hairs. Thanks.