Sarah O'Connor

Sometimes I forget that my hair is blue. Or I guess it’s not that I forget that it’s blue but I forget that it’s a part of me altogether. I’ll be walking down the street or sitting at the desk at work when a stranger or customer will tell me that they like my hair, or else they’ll squint their eyes at me before asking how often I have to keep it up before I remember that it’s blue. At one workplace I was nicknamed “Blue-Haired Sarah,” because even though I was the only Sarah who worked there everyone knows a Sarah, but not everyone knows a Blue-Haired Sarah.

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