For the first time in a few weeks, I pulled out my curling iron. I've always been more of a straight hair girl, but when I was Ellie, it gave me license to experience things I otherwise hadn't considered. Explore parts of myself I had denied or kept hidden. I was surprised by what I found concealed beneath the surface. One of those things was that I looked great with a beach wave. Who knew?
I look back at myself through my reflection in the mirror of Lexington's bathroom, or I guess our bathroom now, as I put the last few curls in. And like any girl in the midst of a crisis, I briefly consider what I might look like with bangs before discarding the idea.
