I'm a (hair) virgin
My hair is dirty blonde and I have never dyed it. However, the number of people who have asked me “Who does your highlights?” would beg to differ.
My hair is thick, naturally wavy and currently falls to the middle of my back. This length may be long for some, but since it almost reached my butt at one point, it still feels short to me.
All my life, my hair has been the one thing I have consistently been complimented on. Not just for it’s colour, but also texture and healthiness, Most of these compliments are usually met by my own surprise though, since they are often received at the times I least expect them. On days when I cannot be bothered to style my hair, and opt to just wash and let it air dry. On the days when I do give it attention, it’s usually through the way of a curling or straightening iron.
It seems that I have been naturally blessed with a beautiful head of hair, that some people are willing to spend a lot of money to achieve. Applying chemicals to my scalp in order to alter the colour of my hair has never appealed to me, but no shade to anyone who likes to do that. In fact, some of the people I look up to most change their hair colour like they change their clothes, which is completely fine with me. I just cannot be bothered to invest the time, money or risk into it.
When I was younger, I was obsessed with having curly hair. I have quite a few memories of my mom putting curlers in my hair while I sat crossed-legged on the floor in front of her. When I got older and could be trusted with hot tools (Although I actually burnt myself with my curling iron this morning, so that’s debatable) I then became a addicted to the daily routine of applying heat to my hair. A routine which I would keep up until around the middle of high school, when I learned about the damage of washing your hair everyday. Since then, I have maintained a twice a week washing schedule, which significantly cuts down the amount of time I spend styling. Allowing my hair to only require touch-ups on the in-between days.
Overall, I enjoy having long hair that is the same colour it’s always been. There are days when I want nothing more than for it to be shoulder length and a completely different colour though, and I understand why that change is so appealing. I suppose the craving people have for new hair is to satisfy the need for change within themselves, and to take control of how they are perceived in the world. That way they, like their hair, can become something new too.
For right now, I think I’m fine staying the person that I am with the hair that I have, that way I can become the person I was naturally meant to be.