Leah loved her hair.

It was long and glossy and Leah loved running her hands through it.

She loved being able to put it in complicated twists and styles.

She loved it swishing behind her.

She loved how it fell in her face.

She loved when Sam would play with it.

Most of all she loved how it made her feel like a princess.

Leah hates her hair.

It's short and choppy and reminds her of what she wants to forget.

She hates how sometimes people forget she's a girl. Just one of the guys.

She hates how light her head feels. It makes her think something's wrong. [Something is wrong but not that.]

She hates how she doesn't have that small shield of protection against the rest of the world.

She hates when she brushed it and she kept on going, forgetting her hair wasn't that long anymore.

When did she become the ugly witch in this fairytale?