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To Dye or Not to Dye?

by Amethyst Champagne about a month ago in humanity

My Hair Color Journey

To Dye or Not to Dye?
Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

If I had to pick another love besides writing, editing, or reading, it would probably be dyeing my hair with funky colors. I love turning my blonde hair into blue, pink, red, green, purple, or a mix of several.

And I always get tons of compliments. Most recently was with my current colors when my family and I returned to Las Vegas to celebrate my twenty-third birthday.

It's all on the top of my head, with blue on the outside, magenta on the inside, and purple blending it in where the two colors mingled.

People were saying how awesome my hair was wherever I went. I think I even overheard a showgirl call me cotton candy. But of course, she wasn't wrong, and I found it funny.

But my hair dyeing journey started over ten years ago when I was in sixth grade.

I don't remember why, but my mom had suggested that I put pink streaks into my hair. I know it wasn't for picture day since it took place before school started, and I was partway through the year.

Anyway, despite being one of the weird kids who didn't really have any friends, students and teachers seemed to like it.

I don't think I dyed my hair in seventh grade. At that point, I had just begun homeschooling, and I wasn't eligible to take the program's onsite classes yet.

Towards the year of my eighth-grade year, I dyed my hair red. It was mainly for my first dance performance, but it was well-received everywhere.

After that point, it began to be a form of self-expression. My dream of being an artist had gone away, I'd just started dance, and I hadn't discovered writing.

And it still is a form of self-expression.

And my mom didn't care what I did with it. In fact, she did and still does most of the dyeing for me and dyes her hair as well. But she would say that I would have to live with it, whether or not I liked the dye job.

And it's still true.

Ninth grade was also red, but my hairstyle had changed to a bob.

Tenth grade was when things got interesting. At the end of that school year, my mom did a peek-a-boo effect with my hair. She first bleached my hair, and then she put magenta dye on the inner areas of my hair.

I had a bob with bangs (those were tricky to do the same effect on), so the blonde hair revealed the magenta secret whenever I turned my head.

I was also becoming known as the dancer who dyed her hair for each performance. Luckily, there weren't any rules pertaining to hair color since my former dance studio is more causal.

That brings me to eleventh grade and my first (and main) hair faux pas.

You see, it was the beginning of the school year, and while the magenta had faded away, my bleach blonde hair was still kicking, and I wanted to make it uniform.

However, my mom and I didn't know that you should not put blonde hair dye over bleached hair. So when I stepped out of the shower, I was horrified to see that my hair had turned gray besides a skunk stripe of blonde where my roots were.

I had to go to school and dance, which was even more embarrassing because I had a crush on my Monday night hip-hop teacher. Luckily, my mom dyed it brown within a few days, so the nightmare was over quickly.

And so my hair was dark brown for most of the year, even when I changed my hairstyle from a bob to a pixie cut (which is my current style.)

Then it was bleached again, this time, the top half of my hair being blue and purple. And it was awesome.

My senior year wasn't much different, although there were no hair issues, and I started that year blonde. And it was blonde for my senior prom.

Then at the end of the year, for my last dance performance, it was dyed completely blue with some pink streaks.

After high school, my hair dyeing became more sporadic since I wasn't attending that dance studio anymore. So I did it whenever I wanted to shake things up.

One year, I dyed my hair green on Halloween. Another time, I dyed it a purple-black color that faded into a weird purply red hue. And for my twenty-second birthday, I put blue into the top half of my hair.

So, what is my favorite color?

That's easy. It's blue.

It compliments my skin tone well, is an excellent color, and lasts the longest in my hair. I'm not sure why either. But one time, I bleached it, and the faded blue popped up a bit again for a little while.

My bleach blonde is awesome as well. It suits me, and I don't have to worry about it washing out. I just have to redo it every few months or so, depending on my mood.

I also like pink, green, and purple. The only problem is that they don't last very long, so I have to keep reapplying the dyes for them to stay fresh and bright.

Red is fine, but its fadeouts always look so bizarre on me. Brown kind of make my eyes duller looking. And that gray was just horrible. I'm never doing that again.

But what is the point of my story?

Well, the main is that we all need several ways in which to express our personalities and feelings. A few of mine are writing, dancing, hair dyeing, and my clothes.

And as long as it's not illegal or harmful to either yourself or someone else, show off who you are in any way you can!

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Amethyst Champagne

Author and editor trying to improve myself, hopefully helping others along the way.

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