Brunette…

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So here I am with my new hair color…pretty brunette, isn’t it? It’s about halfway down on the blonde spectrum, believe it or not, but gosh, that’s a dark blonde. I’m one of those blonde’s who had white blonde hair as a young child, dirty blonde hair in high school, and started coloring it for fun not long after. Fast forward 20+ years, and I don’t even know what my real hair color might be anymore. I mean, you can look at your roots, but the sun and the environment sure seem to affect that. At least a bit.

So I’ve been coloring my hair for these last many many years, and mostly blonde. It’s how I grew up. It’s how I see myself. It’s how I think of myself. But it’s not real. And underneath, the dark roots come through, and I hate that. I mean, I love my hair for the first 3 or 4 weeks after getting it done, and then I start to hate it. The dark roots start to look….dirty…to me. Who wants to feel dirty? Not me. (And I don’t mean dirty in a sexy way, btw.) So I love my hair for 3-4 weeks, I hate it for 3-4 weeks, and then I go get it fixed. What’s with that? I decided I’d give it a try, going with my natural color for awhile. Ted challenged me to give it at least 3 months, since whenever I try this, I seem to fall apart and go back to blonde at about the 6-week mark. Because I think of myself as blonde. Maybe, just maybe, it’s time for me to take a hard look in the mirror, and learn to think of myself as I am.

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