Over the past 15 years, I have constantly changed my hair colour and
style. I am like a restless child when it comes to my hair. Never the same for
too long.
When I first began to dye my hair, my mother was the one to do it.
And I wanted it black. I had long hair, reaching my belly, that I dyed black as
a crow. My hair matched my wardrobe perfectly, as 99% of the time I was wearing
all black. I especially remember my long velvet dress, that I wore quite at
lot.
This monochromatic phase lasted for about a year and a half. Then my
friendships changed and I started wearing colours again. I also chopped my long
hair to shoulder length. I stopped dying it and let it grow out quite a bit
before one drunken party came along and my classmate dyed it blond. It was
very multi-coloured afterwards. I had blond, orange, red and brown. I honestly
looked like I had a log and some fire on my head. But I guess I didn’t mind it,
because I let it sit like that for a while. I was going through my skater style
phase, where I stopped listening to heavy metal and turned more towards hard
rock. I wore worn out tennis shoes that had lyrics or other nonsense scribbled
on them. My jeans were ripped. I actually had a skateboard that I kind of
learnt to ride. This phase, clothing wise, lasted for quite a long time. I did
eventually dye my hair blond, but I did not do it right and I’d like to bury
all images of that. I also attempted to cut my own bangs, which before YouTube
tutorials was a really awful idea. Let’s just say that tenth grade was not so
pretty.
In the summer between tenth and eleventh grade, I once again cut my
hair short. It had grown back to it’s former length and this time I just
chopped it off to my chin. I also dyed it ruby red. My first ever red hair
experience. I really liked it. It went nicely with my hard rock style. I
continued to wear my tennis shoes and other peculiar accessories. Those
pictures I don’t mind sharing.
After cutting it so short I just became a lazy person and grew it
out. My hair, for he longest time and after being all these interesting
colours, was long and its natural colour. I might have tried to seem more girly
once I started attending my university, but it was short lived, as I soon
changed again. This time I kept the colour natural, just darker. And then came
the chopping. To my shoulders and then a month later to my chin. Short hair
again. This was 2012.
Once 2013 rolled around, my hair had grown past my shoulders and I
started dying it red. Again. For a while I dyed the underside black, because
one colour is just too boring. My style was back to t-shirts and jeans. Tennis
shoes are still my favourite type of shoe. I actually kept the red for a really
long time. I tried to dye it brown at some point, but red is a bitchy colour to
deal with. Whatever you out on it, it will take only a few washings to be back
to a reddish tint. I eventually just gave up and went back to red. And stayed
there until December of 2015.
That’s when I went blond and this time for real. I spend some money
and effort on this mission. My hair was blond, then during spring I added some
green, just for the fun of it. And then I dyed it my natural hair colour for my
birthday. By this time it was insanely long. Once I got my undersides shaved in
August 2016, I think it was about to reach my waist. That process of course
made my hair that much shorter. The blond was also back and I added a dark
blue streak around my head. I really loved that hairstyle.
I loved the short sides so much that in November 2016 I went back to
my hairdresser and asked her to give me a pixie cut. She was super glad to
comply as she had never been able to cut that long hair into a pixie before. I
guess this would bring my hair adventures to a halt. What more could I possibly
do to it? Right?!
Well, now I am rocking a wide mohawk that’s dyed blueish. Might seem
green under certain lights.
Anyway, as my hair has changed, so have I. During the past six to
eight months, I have developed a love for black clothing again. Not as extreme
as when I was 13/14. But still, my wardrobe is slowly but surely becoming a
very depressing place. The only difference is, that I am okay to wear different
types of clothes for other occasions. When I was going through my Gothic phase,
all I would wear was black. For work I know I need to look a certain way, it
doesn’t bother me. I’m just glad my boss doesn’t seem to hate my colourful hair
that much. At least she hasn’t said anything about it, yet.
For my future, I suspect I will keep the mohawk going for a while. I
really love it. I do want to try purple as a hair colour. Never done that
before. Something new and exciting.
Now’s it your turn. Tell me how you have changed over time. For
example, I feel as if with my insanely cheery hair, I too am a happier person
and I swear I smile more.
Anyways.
Love yourself and don’t be afraid to be crazy.
Regina.
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