In a world where everyone is born with a certain hair color, I was the one to break the trend.
Just kidding. I am most definitely not the first person to dye my hair. But with that being said, I have recently been defined as a person who dyes her hair often. So often, in fact, that it has grown to become somewhat of a personality trait.
“It’s like every time I see you, you have a different hair color.”
“What color is your hair going to be the next time I see you?”
These are the questions and statements that haunt me at night.
Why, you may ask, is this something I feel the need to write about and publish in a newspaper? All I know is that when people point out my new hair color with a sarcastic remark, it irritates me.
It has gotten to the point where I can almost expect a comment about my hair before anything else.
Even my relatives – the ones who see me enough to know who I am but still feel the need to make only small talk with me – have added asking about my hair to their repertoire of quips. It’s become as normal as asking what year I am in school or if I have a boyfriend.
But I know the question on your mind: Does she really dye her hair that much?
To put it simply, yeet.
In the past year alone, I’ve gone from long blonde hair to short blonde hair to red to brown. Now, I’m at this crossroads where I want my hair to be black, but every time I dye it, it just goes back to brown and disappoints me. This excludes all the other times I’ve dyed my hair in the past seven years.
So, are these persistent questions valid? Why yes, loyal reader, yes they are. But that doesn’t mean I can’t dislike them.
Sometimes I get this urge to change things up to fit whatever image I have of myself at that particular time. Some people cherish their hair so much they never do a thing to it. And that’s their choice as much as dying my hair until it falls out of my head is mine. What’s the point of having hair if I can’t have a little fun with it?
I suppose there should be a lesson to this instead of just me rambling on about hair colors, so I’ll make one up right now to give us all some closure.
Here it is: you do you.
Don’t let your friends, family members, lovers, pet, or even your cranky, old neighbor who doesn’t filter their words tell you how to live your life. If what you want is to murder someone, maybe rethink that choice. But if what you want is to dye your hair, go ahead and do it.
