Virgin Hair, No More
Start writing a post

Virgin Hair, No More

I dyed my hair for the first time.

Virgin Hair, No More

I've never been an incredibly adventurous person when it comes to physical properties, such as looks, until recently. I had the same waist-length hair for the first seventeen years of my life and never did anything different. It was a ponytail every day. Literally. I never did anything else with it. I'd never planned, or even remotely considered that my hair would be how it is today. I'm currently sporting a short pixie cut that, as of today, is no longer blonde but silver and purple. Quite the change, right?

I cut my hair a little over a year ago. I went from over two feet of hair to a little more than two inches and it was one of the best decisions of my life. I don't regret it at all. But that's a story for another time. I'd never really in my wildest dreams for most of my life thought I'd end up dyeing it as well.

Today was the first time color has touched my hair. I had been thinking about it, but I'd never actually considered doing it. Well, obviously I did and it turned out to be quite the experience.

My aunt is a cosmetologist and she's the only person I go to for my hair. It's easiest and I like what she does with it. She'll also be honest with me about how things look and what I should do. When I told her I wanted to do this she got excited and started looking at different kinds of grey and silver.

I was quite nervous as I walked into the salon. I'd never even seen anyone get their hair dyed before so I had no idea what I was in for. The only thing I was told was to be prepared for itching. I wasn't, but now I know.

My aunt sat me down and showed me the colors that we were gonna do and I honestly was feeling okay with it. I started feeling less okay a bit later when we started to actually bleach it. Bleaching is not fun. At all. Luckily, since I'm a very light colored blonde, we didn't have to do too much bleaching, but the small amount we did was certainly enough for me. It's very, very itchy and a bit tingly. It's just odd.

As I sat under the blow dryer, the bowl shaped one, I had to try my hardest now to scratch and tried to distract myself by reading part of Mostly Void, Partially Stars by Joseph Fink and Jeffery Cranor, but it was to no avail for a little while as I couldn't focus on the words at first. Eventually it settled down and I could read but it was really not fun.

After we washed out my hair I looked like Draco Malfoy in the first Harry Potter movie. It was...bad. Very bad. I now know that I was not meant to be platinum blonde. Nope. Nein. I was not feeling good about any of this anymore and regret was quickly making it's way into my mind.

Once she began applying the color I felt a bit better. To be honest I didn't even know what she aws doing at first because I was facing away form the mirror (and texting, but that's beside the point) and I didn't know that you could squeeze the dye out of a tube thing. I had no idea how that worked at all. I'd never even seen anyone get their hair dyed before, so I was lost.

But, yeah, I was feeling better as the color began to set in. The Malfoy look was done away with, thank heavens, but I was still unsure. It had come out more purple than we had intended. It was still wet and unstyled at this point. I still wasn't feeling good. Not as bad as before, but still not good.

Then came the blow dryer. As we dried and combed it into my usual style I began to feel loads better. It actually looked really good! (Well, I think it looked really good if no one else did). My aunt cut it a bit since I'd needed a hair cut and that was the end of it.

In complete honesty I now look like a pixie of some sort. It's a cute look and I don't regret it entirely. Yet, at least. I hope I won't later either. It was quite the adventure. I don't know if I'll ever dye my hair again after this, but I feel like it was a good experience to have and I'm glad I did it, even if all I get from it is just saying that I've done it

Now, let's just hope that when the grey fades I don't end up with the Malfoy look again. I mean, come on, I'm a Gryffindor after all.

Report this Content
This article has not been reviewed by Odyssey HQ and solely reflects the ideas and opinions of the creator.

Is Meaningful Casual Sex A Paradox?

Why noncommittal sex is more complicated than we'd like to think.


I lost my virginity to a graduate student from Los Angeles. We’d met at a rundown cafe whose Yelp page complained of an alleged rat infestation. His name was Ken and he was 25. What drew me to him was the peculiar way his mouth was perpetually fixed into a sideways, half-moon shape that was like a smirk but without any trace of smugness. But the two most striking parts of Ken by far were the dinner plate roundness of his face and his small, expressionless teddy bear eyes. Of the things that mattered to him, there was his best friend, a college dropout who sold computer parts in Toronto, and sex.

Keep Reading... Show less

A Conversation About Sex

"Sex is a part of nature. I go along with nature." - Marilyn Monroe

Thinking Beyond Barriers

There it is. Even though I'm not around you, I can feel it. Was there a flutter of embarrassment in your mind when you saw the word sex in this article’s title? Did you look over your shoulder to ensure nobody was around before you began to read this?

Keep Reading... Show less

13 Signs You Are A True Cancer Of The Zodiac

Calling all babies born June 21st - July 22nd!

My Astral Life

I'm the first to admit that I am one of THOSE people who uses their zodiac sign as a description of themselves. I realize not everyone believes in astrology-related anything, and there are plenty of people who don't fit their signs. However, I'm one of the people who truly fits their sign to a tee. I'm a Cancer, a Crab, a Moon Child. It's currently our season fellow Crabs! So without further ado, here are all of the signs that you're a Cancer.

Keep Reading... Show less

The Blessing of Lacking Sex Appeal

To all the fellow non "it" girls out there


Lacking sex appeal is not a desirable thing. It makes you fee not ugly, but wrong. Not having charisma is not a life goal. It doesn't make you fee friendless, but isolated. Not being the "it" girl happens, and tonight (and every nigh prior to this)

Keep Reading... Show less

Confessions From the Single Friend of the Group

It is truly the worst place to be

Confessions From the Single Friend of the Group

Look. If you are anything like me, complaining about being single is such a hard thing to because you are genuinely happy for your friends, but as they continue to be happy in their relationships, the ever crushing weight of being the single friends can become overwhelming. For context, my primary friend group consists of four people. We are all roommates and it is a great time here. All three of my roommates have boyfriends/girlfriends, which makes our friend group of four quickly jump to seven, and it is wonderful! I love my roommates so much and I love their S.O's, but no matter how much I love them I always get extremely jealous and sad. The sad thing is that the only part that ever truly ends up bugging me is that since I am single, they are my go-to top priorities and it has been really hard to watch myself slip from the top of their go-to's to not being their go to when they feel the weight of the world. What makes it harder is that expressing that I feel alone and unwanted makes me sound jealous and like I don't want my friends to hangout with their people. I get it. I do. But there are just days I want to be someone's first pick and I'm not.

Keep Reading... Show less

Subscribe to Our Newsletter

Facebook Comments