Jean sighed, she had never really thought of anything like that. Mostly because of her age, but also because she had been raised to accept who she was. The only time she had truly hated herself was when she...no she didn't want to think about that. "Maybe you won't then. I don't really know for sure, its just what I learned while I was staying at Xavier's school. " She bit her lip and look down. " You really shouldn't let that stuff get to you. Honestly, if someone loves you they shouldn't care what color hair you have. But I know its never as easy as just saying it either." How many times had she turned someone down as they attempted to comfort her after the accident? How she had pushed them all away despite everything. She could barely remember anything from that time, it was like she was sleeping. When she woke up, everyone said she had been so different...