For years and years, I’ve dreamed of dyeing my care a crazy color just to do it. I never had the nerve. I dislike how I look so much that I have a strong desire NOT to draw attention to myself. But 2015 was my empowering year, and, while I still have an overwhelming negative body image, I decided it was time to get past it and do whatever I want.
So Chloe and I headed to CVS and picked out dye. Bleaching and coloring and rinsing. And rinsing. And rinsing. And now my hair is a rainbow. As is my neck. And I don’t care. The dyeing isn’t the best job ever — she’s still learning — I am not coloring it back. I’m going to keep it and stop caring what other people think. It’s me and I like it and that’s good enough.
