was black. Not a shining blue-black but ... This seemed like permission: As long as my eyebrows were dark I could dye the rest to match. Dyeing my hair was kind of lying about my age, but turning ...

Thus began a new insecurity. Suddenly I wanted nothing more than to dye my hair black again, even though I remembered that, deep down, I’d spent the entirety of my teens wishing my mum would let ...