Hair Colors!!

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My hair journey!!!

Lil different of a blog today, but I’m feeling like I want to talk about my hair and, yeah!!! We’re talking about hair!!

For most of my life, up until I was like 12, I was convinced that I had straight hair. Like, when I was a kid it was PIN straight, with absolutely no wave or curl or whatever. My mom had straight hair as a baby, then she hit puberty and allll of her hair curled up so tight, kind of like those overly defined princess curls. My dad’s entire family, on the other hand, had around 2C-3B hair and REFUSE to take care of it at all, and to each their own (I guess) but danny LOVES curls

I always wanted colorful hair as a kid. Black hair, to be specific, with blue highlights and a peekaboo before it was cool. Specifically around #73bfb8 (Yes, this is a hex code. Little danny was very specific) but my mom WOULDN’T LET ME!!! She told me that when I was 10 I could dye my hair, and boy was I ready. We bought my first batch of hair dye and dyed the underhalf of my hair blue. Using a monstrosity.

I don’t remember what the box looked like then, honestly, but It was so dark on my hair because we didn’t bleach it that you could only really see it in the sunlight, which I did not get much of.

Later on, when I was, like, 11, shortly after coming out as trans, I decided “Y’know what? I told my mom and I want a haircut!” I begged and i beggeddd, then she eventually told me NO anywyas, but she let me put blonde dye over my hair that made me ginger. I wish I still had pictures from that time, because it was something for sure. My hair was so long that it was to my mid back and I decided, y’know what? I want a BUZZ CUT, with a super secret third stage that will travel with me to the grave. It was bad getting my mom to agree to cutting off ALL of my hair, and I haven’t spoken of that in-between haircut since I was eleven, and I will not go searching for pictures.

My buzz cut was kind of the start of me taking care of my hair, and it’s been 5 years since I got it cut!! I used to get my hair cut shorter, like barely above my shoulders, but I eventually decided on letting it grow out. It’s hard to focus on things like growth, maintaining my wavy hair, AND coloring it at the same time, but i wanted nothing to do with ACTUALLY letting my hair heal to let it grow out.

As it was growing out from the buzz i realized it wasn’t as straight as it was before, and was actually a lot curlier when it first grew back out. It was pretty long, about the length it is now, before i finally got a haircut and had it shaped a lot, then i INSTANTLY bleached and dyed half of it. Also red.

I dyed it black for school, then instantly swore off of dyeing my hair black ever ever again, then some time towards the end of that school yeah i dyed my entire head pink. This was like the first time i was ever allowed to dye ALL of my hair, and i was super excited, even if it turned out really bad. I really liked the color that i ended up with, but it only looked like that because of an uneven dye lol.

later that year, like within the same school semester, i dyed my hair bright red right before going to Universal as a class trip. I think out of all of the decisions ive made in my life, dyeing my hair red is absolutely top 3. Dont take that seriously ive made more than that.

I feel like my hair color is such a big part of my personality, kind of like a trademark of mine. Sometimes I consider dying it another color, or doing maybe black on the longer parts, but I’m also so happy with my hair being red (Like one of the best colors) that I don’t wanna have or try anything else.

That’s all I have to talk about this week, weirdly. I’ll see what I can whip up for next blog that’s  (hopefully) something more put together!!