It is a tale as old as time, girl decides it is time for a bit of a change. Girl attempts to go super blonde. Girl ends up canary yellow.
Girl does hair dye walk of shame (you know the one, where you run to the shop with a hat on and prey no one sees you).
Several bottles of hair dye later, girl looks like this.
After swearing I would never go dark again here I am, taking myself by surprise every time I look in the mirror. If I am being honest I think my hair alone looks good, unfortunately I just don’t think it suits me.
But I am going to go with it anyway. As I’ve grown up I’ve learnt that people only see the image you project of yourself. So I am pretending I am cool enough for this hair all the time wondering why I felt the need to change in the first place?
I guess one of the things I’ve been feeling recently is that I don’t always look like the person I think I am.
I’m not even entirely sure what that means. Maybe it is because I worry that I look older than I am or more sensible (boring) than I am. Maybe I am looking for clothes to give me something that I will ultimately find else where.
Who knows? All I know for now is that I have cool hair. It might not be my hair, but for now there is no harm in trying it on.
Live life & when all else fails, swag it out x
Ps. I’m definitely not cool enough to use the word swag, forgive me!