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My first image of beautiful blonde hair was that of my mother's. Her naturally auburn locks have been colored the shade of bubbling Champagne since I was .
From a young age, the most dazzling women I had known were crowned with golden he of hair—even if from a bottle. Like my own mother, and the women in my family before her, I colored my mousy brown hair and hoped to feel more beautiful. In my wedding photos, I had yellow highlights and a powerful spray tan that made me look like an Oompa Loompa in a wedding gown. Along with faux-colored strands came a slew of First World problems: avoiding swimming poolsunsightly roots, the purple shampooand spending a lot of cold, hard cash.
But like a bad boyfriend or The BachelorI kept going back for more. I imagined my old Barbie dolls, without a single care in the world. Montgomery covered my entire head with dye and weaved streaks of bright blonde throughout with foils. While I marinated in bleach she informed me that she believes blondes look younger.
Suffice it to say I was not loving the attention. I did a little digging into why my new hue was having such a noticeable—and frankly unappreciated—impact. In the months since, I have continued to notice subtle and sometimes not so subtle differences in my day-to-day life. It almost feels like my hair color is an invitation for people to comment on my looks, which makes me feel uncomfortable, no matter how well meaning the commenter.
As a young woman, I cared so much about how people perceived me based upon my looks. I've worn bare legs to a club in a snowstorm. Like my brief foray into grunge, I wanted to be my own person while looking the same as everyone else around me. This changed as I got older, and perhaps it was because I had a much broader understanding of beauty that extended beyond the woman with long, blonde locks. Or that I became comfortable in my own skin and hair.
Instead of feeling prettier with a halo of light locks, I felt less like myself, who was someone I was really starting to like. The time, energy, and effort spent on coloring my hair is no longer fulfilling. SELF does not provide medical advice, diagnosis, or treatment. Any information published on this website or by this brand is not intended as a substitute for medical advice, and you should not take any action before consulting with a healthcare professional.
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