Going blonde was the best decision I have ever made. I feel like I am my most authentic self. When I first emerged from the salon with my shiny new look, I had an extra pep in my step. But you know that thing where you’re overly conscious about something on your own body that’s the only thing you notice on other people? While my hair looked like golden strands grew straight from my scalp, that’s not what everyone else had. Every blonde model had dirty, outgrown roots. And if they could pull it off, then I definitely could. So I decided to grow out my roots for fashion and not because it’s too expensive to keep getting them redone.
Keeping up with the latest trends hasn’t always been a huge priority in my life, but there’s no reason I can’t start now. Now, when I look in the mirror and see my natural hair making an appearance, I’ll be able to smile and know that I look just like one of those Victoria’s Secret Angels. It’s no longer a reminder of my current financial state and general ignorance of the state of my appearance. It’s a statement. It says, “this is on purpose, I swear.”
It feels good to feel like I’m ahead of the curve. I mean, I don’t want to call myself a trendsetter, I just want my friends to stop calling me trashy. It’s like, if it bothers them that much, then why don’t they spot me a hundo to get it fixed? Not that I would take the money. Because I like it just the way it is. A little too long to pass for roots, and too short to be a balayage. The perfect amount to send a messy message letting everyone know that I have terrible long-term decision making skills.
Didn’t anyone warn me that dying your hair is expensive? Of course they did. And I ignored all of them because I thought they were all wrong. They were right, but what they were wrong about is how often I’d have to get my hair redone. This look allows for an extra month or so sans hair dye. It saves money as well as time that could be devoted to making up excuses for not getting your hair done like your hairdresser is in New Jersey and you don’t trust anyone else with your hair.
And don’t even TRY to come up in here with any box dye. I do have a little thing called self-respect. I am not afraid to state boldly that I am above box dye. It has nothing to do with the fact that I have no idea how to use it and I know that I would only make things worse. I just really like it when my roots make it so that my ponytail is a different color that the rest of my hair.
Getting your roots done is like filling up your car with gas. You feel like a weight is lifted off of your shoulders after you do it, but you have to drop some cash to do it. However, you can ride around on E for a while, but there comes a point when you have to fill up your tank if you want to go anywhere. That’s not the case with roots. I can go straight to the top of the beauty totem pole the longer that I wait to dye my hair. It’s not that I’d have to chose getting my hair done over getting groceries, it’s my commitment to fashion. And also I like being able to eat dinner..