It was a snowy winter night. Outside was frigid, and inside I was curled up in bed. Once again, I had been sucked into hair YouTube, watching people dye their hair. Suddenly, the idea hit me, and I knew I needed to bleach my hair. Immediately.
I karate jumped out of bed, bought hair bleach and toner over the phone, on credit, and picked up my order, curbside, within the hour.
Needless to say, I went through orange, green, and yellow hair before I finally achieved the nearly white platinum blonde hair colour I was going for. I love it. I don’t feel prettier, or better than I was before. I just feel happy with the change, and proud to try something new. In all my life I had never coloured my hair. Now I’m already thinking of all the pastel colours I’m going to try next!
I am slowly but very surely finding myself living for me. I no longer worry about outside opinions. I don’t even worry about the end result! I just think about how trying different things will make me feel, and I go from there.
(I have never felt more free in my life.)
depressed and well dressed 