I’m not highlighting my hair blonde anymore. It’s at the point where the outgrowth can’t be mistaken as just the shadow of my part and it’s apparent I’m long overdue for a touch up. Personally, I’m tired of the upkeep. I was never one to refresh the color as often as advised but even then, it’s just another thing to manage.
In all honestly, it’s about vanity. Sure it’s expensive and, for the amount of hair I have, the process takes hours. However, in the end, it’s about looks. I find my natural color lacking. When I was young, my hair was blonde; in the very beginning, it was very, very blonde. It has continued to darken through the years and currently, it is an unremarkable medium brown. It looks extra dark next to my highlighted ends but it is undistinguished, garden-variety brown.
I am not an especially vain person. There are days when I have done school drop-off in pajama bottoms and bed head without a stitch of make-up. The look was often paired with my winter coat and snow boots so, as you can imagine, I looked amazing. I am not especially stylish; I don’t have a ‘look’. Most days, if my face is clean, my teeth are brushed, my hair is without strange humps and my clothes are mostly spot clean, I call it good. I would rather spend my time on activities other than my appearance.
The thing is I recognize myself more as a blonde. I grew out my highlights early in our marriage because it was cost prohibitive. When I started it up again, it was like ‘Hey, I know you!’ when I saw myself in the mirror. My brother has deep, dark brown hair, my sister has a more caramelly brown tone and I am/was the blonde. It almost feels like I’m hanging on to my youth with this light color. Yet, like an elderly woman pointed out to me a few days ago, I’m not that young anymore.
The truth is: I am not blonde and I’m just lazy enough not to keep making it that way. Feelings of beauty and identity need to have deeper roots than hair color (fantastically unintentional pun). I will probably always look for that fair-haired person in the mirror and in photos, it’s too ingrained at this point. But I can adjust my perspective. I can accept my hair as is, embrace my darker locks.
Hello, my name is Amy Christie and I am a
recovering blonde brunette.
What are your thoughts on hair coloring? Love it? Hate it? Would love to know what you think.
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