I have always been a blonde and I have always loved being a blonde. This year, in the middle of summer, when my blonde hair was at its peak of sun kissed highlights and salty waves from the lifeguarding every day, I had the bright idea to dye it a chocolatey brunette color. The day I dyed it, I was excited for a change, my long blonde healthy hair was soon going to be brunette and I couldn't wait.
Until I looked in the mirror after, and my hair was black. The darkest black I had ever seen, I looked like Wednesday Addams. My perfectly toned bleach blonde hair absorbed the color too quickly and too well and my hair was black. I was mortified. I didn't look like myself and I couldn't even look in the mirror without crying.
No one recognized me and no one liked the color. The bubbly blonde I had been my whole life had been transformed into someone I didn't even know. I went to work the next day with a hat and everyone was shocked. People truly did not know who I was or what I had done to my perfect hair. I couldn't take it I had gone into a depression for 2 weeks all because of my hair. I needed to go to a good salon that could fix my hair.
Fixing a bad color is not easy and it is not cheap either. I walked out the salon minus $300 dollars but I looked just liked I had stepped off the cast of Baywatch with my long blonde hair. It wasn't the same exact blonde I had before, but a couple days of lifeguarding and sitting in the sun, my hair went back to being a perfectly bleach blonde toned color, the color I had been my entire life.
My promise to myself after this was to NEVER dye my hair any other color than blonde because from that experience I knew I would never be happy if I wasn't a blonde. Since then I haven't dyed my hair and I do not plan on it either. Being a blonde truly is my calling in life.
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