Personal Narrative: My Hair And Stereotypes

I grew up in a pretty isolated area, away from bright city lights, and also away from kids my age to socialize with. But, I wasn't completely alone. I had a doll that was practically the same size of me at age four, she had long golden hair, blue eyes with curly eyelashes to complement them, and wore a pastel pink dress. We would often dance in the kitchen close to bedtime, listening to the radio, while my mom would sometimes watch for entertainment while she was fixing dinner. The doll would always wear the pastel pink dress, while I would wear one of my multiple pairs of pajamas that were in different colors and have my hair up in a low ponytail. I would always have to wear the pair of pajamas that were either blue, green, or yellow, never pink; wearing pink or even wearing a nightgown to dance with the doll felt wrong to me, foreign even. …show more content…
Having the dolls' hair butchered off was needed so I could dress it up in a pair of pants and a shirt to be the boy while we danced. I had gotten tired of not being able to wear the dresses I loved so much when we would dance. Later on when I got older, around six or seven years old, my mother and I were in the kitchen as I was getting ready for bed and she starts talking to me about people and who they like; "You know some boys like boys and some girls like girls, the way boyfriends and girlfriends like each