The past few weeks I've been over my middle school years, I figured I'd continue doing so this week. If you've read my other articles, there's no surprise about the fact I had this hair. It took long and tedious years to perfect the scene hair. It's nine years later that my hair is finally recovering from the abuse I put it through.
I started dying my hair when I was about ten years old. My parents were not exactly happy about it but I was really good at begging. Plus, my mom was able to convince my father that it was important to express myself. He agreed but he would only let me dye it one shade darker than my hair color. I was born blonde but as time went on, it gradually got darker. I was at a light brown, he let me dye it the "darkest brown."
Once I saw the slight difference, my obsession with constantly changing my hair began. I'm sure he regretted letting me do that a lot.
Either way, I found that when I dyed my hair, I gained confidence. It also didn't help that my emo/scene phase was occurring at the time. After that hair color, I chopped off all my hair and dyed the tips blonde. That was the last "normal" color I had until I went blonde about two years ago.
I had red, pink, blue, purple, green, orange hair. Every color you can think of, I likely had some variation of it. The hairstyles varied, too. I was aiming to perfect my scene hair. It wasn't working, mostly because my hair was not thick. It simply wasn't built for those types of layers, in addition to that, I had glasses. The swoopy fringe would not have enough space. it wasn't until the end of the scene phase that I was able to have the scene hair. It was short lived because once I went into high school, MCR had broken up and I was moving past it.
From that point forward, my hair was either black, some variation of brown with blonde with an exception when I dyed it purple and red. Eventually, I settled on the blonde. One, I really liked the way it looked and it was the most "normal" color I could have that wasn't brown. I don't think there's anything wrong with brown hair either, I just love having different hair. I love changing it and whenever I feel depressed, I contemplate a hair change. It is very evident that dying and styling my hair was a way of coping with the things that went on in my childhood.
I often make fun of that scene hair but it reminds me of a very interesting time in my life. I feel like that represented an entirely different person, someone who I don't recognize. I think about dying my hair a bright color from time to time, but my hair has suffered for too many years for it to withstand that abuse once again. I'll settle with my blonde hair and hope I don't end up bald.
