Each of us has our own personality ponytail. Lexi’s carmel brown, monstrous magnitude of hair hardly gets up. Her hair like curly fries, each strand perfectly peculiar. A bun is her weapon of choice. Mack, the mystery gal. Luscious brown hair so unique, it changes often. Curled, wavy, straightened, it’s like a meadow of freshly bloomed flowers. Prefered to be down but up in a loose high ponytail with pieces strategically pulled out when needed.

Rachel and I are eerily similar in our everyday lives. Not only our name but our hair bosses us around like servants. The frizzy wad of hair plopped on our round heads curls or crimps whichever way it wants. Light brown, like a piece of wood that has many shades mixed together. Frequently up and rarely down, our similarity stops there. My hair is pulled so tight it can’t breathe, the ponytail accompanied with a colorful scrunchie while Rachel goes for a loose, medium high ponytail with no extra charm.