I got some new hair! Okay, that's not entirely true. I just decided last week that I would dye my hair a new color. (No, my nose is not now nor has it ever been broken. It is that crooked by birth.)
After bleaching my hair and dying it too bright red last year, I had long discussions with my boyfriend about possibly growing my hair out my natural color. I tried. As you could see in past outfit posts, my hair was a bunch of different colors with about three inches of roots showing. It wasn't pretty, and finally last week I had enough. On Valentine's day, I bought two boxes of Garnier Sangria and I had at it.
Immediately after rinsing, I felt so much better. Does that sound strange? It was like a weight lifted somewhere in my head that I didn't even know was there. I don't like my natural hair color. It's a mousy green-blond-brown color that doesn't suit me.
I just feel like myself with red hair. I feel confident and sexy and kind of mysterious. Like I could be some magical creature out of a fairy tale with red hair. Rapunzel or a wicked witch. I guess that kind of thing is just vanity talking, and in the long run things like hair color are superficial. And it's not my "real" hair color (although even my own mother says it should have been). But with my dark burgundy hair, I feel like Meghan. I feel like I could conquer the world. MUCH more so than with the washed out half-blond-half-reddish-brown that I had.
Of course, you'll be seeing that look again soon because I have several outfits saved up that I forgot to post over the last few months. But for now, this is how I look and I love it.
|Custom Docs/Me, Dress: Handmade/Me, Jacket: DOTS, Cardi: Thrifted|
So, no, it's not my natural color, but for the first time in a long while I'm absolutely ecstatic about my appearance. And that's kind of amazing because I never like how I look. Not really. I feel almost pretty now. If investing in some hair dye is what it takes to make me feel half way lovely, then I'll take it! Also, I love how dark colors make me look pale white. I love pale skin on a lot of girls - I think it's my inner goth talking - and I love how my skin looks with my new hair. In a way, the smell of ammonia was like a home coming. I was becoming me again.
What do you guys do to make yourselves feel better?