But I like to experiment. I am rebellious (outwardly in some ways, inwardly in many more), and if I could get away with it, I'd probably have bright pink streaks or electric blue highlights. I've never been brave enough to do anything drastic to my hair, though. I've cut it. I've highlighted and lowlighted, I even have done more golden blonde shades before, but I've never had a serious change.
So when my friend Shelaine, who is a fabulous hairstylist & colorist, said she thought I'd look good with darker hair, the gears in my mind started turning. I'm 29, turning 30 in early 2012. I have a good job where they know me pretty well. It's not going to be anything technicolor and crazy. Dammit, I was just curious about what it was like to be a non-blonde. I've been feeling a little off in the self-esteem department lately, and what I really needed was some kind of pick-me-up.
But...change my hair color?
This golden, baby-fine fluffy stuff that other women only wish they could get from a box? Was I...ready? I was excited and terrified at the thoughts. What if it looked terrible? What if it looked okay but I didn't like it? What if nobody else thought it looked good? What happens when you change a part of you that everyone finds recognizable? Will it be like living in someone else's body? Would I really be the same when all was said and done?
|Yes? No? Maybe so?|