To Bleach or Not to Bleach – That is the Question
Like many women (and I suppose some men) I have a love/hate relationship with my hair. I have to admit, I have not always treated it as well as I should have. I dyed the hell out of it in high school. Green, pink, red, purple, blue, I never met a Manic Panic hair color that I didn’t like. At some point in my senior year, I decided to go blonde, and procured my first bottle of hydrogen peroxide.
Over the years I maintained my blonde hair color, and eventually started spending my hard-earned money on a professional hair dresser, and stopped using the do-it-yourself-kits they sell at drug stores. Somewhere along the way my “pretty identity” became enmeshed with having long blonde hair.
In other words, I only thought I was pretty if my hair was long and blonde. Occasionally I would decide I was tired of the upkeep and have my hairdresser darken me up, only to immediately go back to and have highlights put in.
The constant bleaching left my hair more damaged than I like, so last year I finally decided it was time to go back to a more natural color. It took a few visits to get the color to my liking, but for the last 8 months or so, I have been a brunette with some red undertones. I get complimented on my hair color all the time.
And I hate it. Because I feel frumpy. I cannot seem to let go of the blonde=pretty thought process that goes on in my head. So I have been thinking of having my hair dresser taking me back to blonde. But then I feel guilty because I think I am doing it for the wrong reasons. And then I hate myself for obsessing over something so trivial as what to color my hair.
Finally my bestie Sylvia, tired of my going around and around, told me that she think I am better of as a blonde, because it fits my personality better. So basically, she called me dumb. But I think I am ok with that.
What trivial beauty things do you obsess over?