I’ve had long hair for a few years now, but I spent most of my youth with short hair. Like, really short hair. Like, I took a buzzer to it most of the time.
When I finally started growing it out I decided to dye it black. I loved having black hair. It felt natural. In some ways, I felt like I was meant to have black hair. After all, my dad had black hair and I look so much like him it seemed like a good fit. Truthfully, I’m a natural blonde (or I was as a kid). My hair is much darker now and I even have some grey hair.
After dying it black for a number of years my decision to go purple was pretty difficult. My sister was in school for hair styling and I was the perfect guinea pig for her. We went to work, having bleached it a couple of times, and then we made it purple! And it could have stayed a nice purple if I didn’t randomly decide to dye it bright red for a short while. Why I did that I’ll never know, because once the red faded I wanted to go back to purple and stay purple.
But the second time around didn’t go so well. The dye just wouldn’t stick. It faded after three washes, like completely.
I totally killed my hair! Like, it just wouldn’t do anything I wanted.
That’s when I messaged my sister, now a graduate with honours, that I was ready to chop it all off.
It’s summer, my hair is fried and I just want an easy hairstyle. I was ready to go back to my preferred short hair, at least for a while. Although she was hesitant to chop off that fried, yellow ponytail, she did. And then she cut and cut, as I kept instructing her to go shorter and shorter.
So now I have a very short pixie cut. It feels so nice to have barely any hair! My hair is naturally thick and quite heavy, which can be friggin’ hot in the summer.
I’m thinking I’ll start dying it purple now, and stay purple.