So I did it. I went platinum. White may be a better description. It is intense. Severe really. It has been funny to see and hear other people’s reactions when they see me. Jaws have literally dropped but not so much in flattery. It is a less ‘pretty’ look but to tell you the truth, I really kinda like it. It has grown on me everyday. When I put it in a low ponytail parted down the middle I think I look like Andy Warhol which is awesome.
It’s funny to me how a simple change in hair color can be so liberating. I have never been one to experiment with my hair, never one to get tattoos or piercings. These small acts of rebellion haven’t ever appealed to me. Yet, I have always been slightly curious. How would it feel to be someone who did do those things? My hair now is my small act of rebellion. The image I’ve strived for many times in my life didn’t matter anymore. If I absolutely hated it, oh well.
Once it was all set and done and I looked at my strange reflection in the mirror, I realized these little pieces of ourselves we relate to so strongly, like the familiar image of ourselves we know will be staring back at us from mirrored glass can actually be really fun to take away. Therefore, making the only familiar part left being our internal dialogue as we look at our foreign reflection. And when that is all that remains, that is what you hear stronger than ever. Who knew a trip to the hair salon could become a road to self-discovery? Now the only question that remains, what color next?
Pictures soon to follow! And don’t worry, I won’t be offended if you don’t care for it 😉
Now here’s little Saturday inspiration for the weekend xx
Images via A Life Undone