My dad made me dye my hair before seeing my grandma 😳

I changed my hair as a symbol of who I was becoming—an artist, ever-evolving, unapologetically myself. But every time I saw my dad, we’d argue about it. He even once refused to take me to see my grandma unless I dyed my hair black. This is a story about identity, family tension, and choosing self-expression, even when it’s not accepted.