hello! i'm fifi.

 

She’s been told she’s like Pippi Longstocking more times than she can count.

Funny thing is, she never really knew Pippi.

 Maybe just saw a few drawings of her here and there.

People probably say it because of her braids.

Most assume she just likes wearing them —

but the truth is, she didn’t really have a choice.

One day, her hair started drying out and snapping off on its own.

she was born with seriously curly hair, and cutting it meant becoming a giant triangle.

(She knows. She’s tried.)

So she decided to braid it.

But one braid made her flat back of the head stand out too much —

and two braids it was.

Braiding her hair became a daily ritual, like brushing her teeth.

And soon, she realized something:

for all the trouble her hair gave her, it was actually perfect for braids.

She didn’t even need rubber bands.

A few loose twists, and it would hold all day.

It made her oddly happy.

It felt as if her whole face had brightened just a little, bringing a small sense of satisfaction.

What once had seemed like nothing but 

a troublesome burden now suddenly felt like it belonged to her.

And in the sight of herself feeling content, there was something almost admirable.