She is right; I’ve allowed Tyrone to change me. The thought makes me angry and I frown into my tiny mirror. I had thick shoulder-length curls. Now I have long straight hair with curled ends because Tyrone says he likes running his fingers through my hair without getting his fingers caught in it. I used to wear make-up only on special occasions, but now I paint my face every day just because Tyrone says that make-up was invented for a reason.