I am renowned for changing my hair. I may even end up with a tombstone that reads “…she died her hair, alot.” It is, by most people’s standards, way over the top.
Born into a blanket of cappuccino-coloured curls, I was never really dealt a short hand when it came to hair. I realised around the age of nine, however, that for a small fee I could be like all of the celebrities I adored and have a mane of multiple colours! The excitement! From then on out, Birthdays, Christmases, Hanukkah’s and pet funerals would all be occasions to ask for my beloved cosmetic procedure. At eleven, my wish was granted.
With the most subtle ‘sun-kissed’ highlights you could imagine, I was now Britney Spears. My confidence soared and soon many of my friends donned similar stripes. Around 10 years and 30+ styles later I can look back and immediately identify with that strange makeover feeling. It hasn’t gotten old yet.
Truth is, it’s one of the easiest and fun ways to ‘play’. More permanent than make-up or nail polish, it’s also one of the first things people notice about you and a quick way to define your style.
- As a blonde: I was constantly hit on. People were shocked when I said anything remotely intelligent. ‘Blondie’ and ‘Shakira’ replaced my actual name.
- As a lavender: I was expected to be mean. People actually told me this.
- As a brunette: People are very open and easily drawn to me. Least intimidating to strangers for sure, many more comments on my face rather than hair.
- As a redhead: People were hesitant. I was once told my hair was ‘intimidating’ when a redhead.
- As a raven: I was compared and likened to others non stop. Betty Boop, Wonderwoman, Dita von Teese; they were random and constant.
I’m currently staying au naturale and as brunette as I can stand, but after spending the time to teach myself how to cut and dye, a dramatic change is accessible like no other. It’s only a matter of time.