It's Just Hair, Y'all
I have never been partial to my hair. By that I mean I have never been attached to it. I'm not one of those girls that is afraid to cut even an inch of my locks off. Quite the opposite actually. I love to chop it, shave it, and just try new and funky shit. I've had red hair, black hair, and blond hair. I've had streaks of green and blue and pink. When I was about 20 years old, I shaved all of it off. That decision was inspired by my slight obsession with the movie V For Vendetta. Unfortunately I am no Natalie Portman and couldn't really pull the look off. Also, growing it out was a total fucking nightmare as I finally knew the struggle of having crazy hat hair like a boy. I don't recommend shaving your head if you are in your 20's. Most of the time we aren't fully confident in our bodies yet at that age. I tried to compensate for my lack of hair with long, dangly earrings and incorporating more pink into my daily wardrobe. Obviously I was trying too hard to prove to others that I was indeed a female and not some scrawny, almost bald, 20-year-old dude.
As the years have rolled on, and I've learned to cast most of my giving a fuck's out the window, I have become more comfortable in the not-so-normal choices I make when it comes to my hair. Also, I have the luxury of being a stay-at-home-mom so I don't have to worry about being in an office setting and getting lectured by the man because I don't look like your typical receptionist or assistant or intern. I can pretty much look however I want to look and nobody can tell me otherwise. It's nice to be your own boss sometimes.
A year ago I decided to shave a lot of my hair off, keeping only some of the top long. Then I finally started to go platinum, but only on the top. The sides were to be kept my natural brown. Going from dark brown to platinum blond is a long, painful, and expensive process. I've manged to handle the upkeep...sort of. But I started getting bored seeing the same hair looking back at me in the mirror day in and day out. I like drastic. I needed change.
So...here I am. And my shit is a lovely light pink, yo! I love it. I don't like how sensitive my scalp is feeling today from being bleached at the roots. During the bleaching yesterday I could feel my scalp slowly catching fire. My face was red and my head was literally pulsing. That is NOT a joke. I thought I would die. When the bleach was finally being rinsed off I had a wonderful sense of relief. This lasted until my hairdresser began brushing my head with what can only be described as the most violent, prickly, sadistic hairbrush EVER. I'm pretty sure she took a lot of scalp skin with her. You can imagine how terrified I was for the blow dryer. Not to mention she still needed to lather me up with the actual pink shade I was going for. The dryer hurt, but the rest of the coloring didn't. Thank you sweet baby Jeezus.
Now I have pink hair for a little while and I am totally stoked about it. I don't worry that I might get some confused stares. I don't mind that young children will be very blunt about how they feel about it. And I certainly don't mind that I might come off as a total freak to the other moms at my daughter's school. Because you know what? My girls like it. My husband likes it. And most importantly, I like it. AND I TOTALLY ROCK THE SHIT OUT OF IT.
Hair only picture as my face was not feeling being photographed. These things happen.