The first time I dyed my hair I was 12 years old and I was In 7th grade. Also, my mother was really sick. We had no idea what was making her so sick but it was affecting us all. So I dyed my naturally dirty blonde hair medium brown. My mom was still sick, things were still hard, but my hair was different and for some reason that made things better. I was happier, things were a little easier to handle, and I needed that.
Throughout the years my hair has changed over and over. Usually in color, but when things are really rough, the scissors come out. After later being sick myself and being miserable due to missing out on so much, the blonde came back and came back almost platinum. And then I was okay again. Little life tragedies resulted in blue, purple,or pink being added to my hair. A little heart break my junior year and my hair was ash blonde. The first love of my life and my hair found red in it. The ending of that and my hair was chopped to a few inches below my collar bone and dyed the darkest I've ever had it.
It wasn't until the biggest heartbreak of my life that I noticed that I had quite the pattern. After the first love and end of that love, my hair stayed shorter than normal and darker than normal, until I fell in love unexpectedly again. The kind of love that changes you forever. The kind that makes you change your mind on things you never thought you could. And my hair was back to blonde. So very blonde. And then with the biggest love came the biggest heart break. The kind that physically hurts your soul and your heart. I needed to be happy, and for life to get a little easier. School was back, work was back, I was no longer in Chicago, I was fighting with an ulcer and losing severely. I needed something to go right. And one night at 2 am, I finally realized that what I needed was to cut off my hair. It was the longest it had ever been and it was blonde and beautiful. But the girl with long blonde hair was heartbroken and maybe, the girl with dark brown, short hair would be a little more okay with life. She wax, at least until the next disaster. But there is always more hair dye and time for scissors each time.
