During my brown-hair episode I went through a series of dysfunctional relationships (I even refer to one of my ex's fondly as my ex-douche bag), and then when I began to "find myself" again my hair gradually lightened. By the time I went off for college I was a full-blown, spunky blonde. And then -- a break up -- and my alter-ego brunette made another appearance.
My point isn't to tell you all about my hair history, but to analyze what in the world would make me crave such drastic changes in my hair color? Why did I love being defined as the girl with "the" hair? And on top of that, why to this day, does my hair color and style affect my mood, attitude and how sexy I feel?
Well, apparently the answer is a little complicated, but it's okay, Chris Rock found us the answer. Yes, seriously. Check it out:
If you haven't seen this movie, it's a must -- hilarious, thought-provoking and informative.
Alright, so I'm obviously not on the "creamy crack," but I am addicted to re-defining myself through my hair. Honestly, I'm okay with changing my "crowning glory." Unlike plastic surgery, a new piercing or tattoo, if a look doesn't go quite as I hoped, I rest assured knowing "it's just hair." But somehow, even though that's all it is...I still love it, and a little change always leaves me feeling like a whole new women. Blonde, brunette, red-head -- I love it all. In the words of Hillary Clinton, "I'm undaunted in my quest to amuse myself by constantly changing my hair."
I blame my hair-obsession on several things. One being that I've had patches of white hair since I was three years old, all thanks to a lack of melanin in my scalp. Dye has been my best friend since I was about 13. My other excuses? My grandma, aunt and grandpa are/were all in the hair profession.
As a little girl we had my grandpa's old barbar chair in our house. I used to twirl myself in circles in that old, black-leather chair. Then, on the other side of my family, my grandma had a whole salon built on to her house. She was kind enough to give us grandkids beauty school dolls so we could cut and style its hair. I have fond memories with my cousin Kourt highlighting our doll's hair, and afterwards, Kourt's mom showing us Haircutting 101. When I was really lucky my Aunt Kaye would throw a cap on my head and give me "just for fun highlights." Even at the age of 7 having that something extra really put a bounce in my jellies.
Over the last 22 years I've given myself "bangs," cut out tangled combs by myself, had several perms, dyed my hair blonde, brown, nearly black, shades of red and even pink. When I was 13, I even had friends brave enough to let me near their heads with scissors (some still let me, even!), and even after all that change...I'm still a very happy hair addict.
How do you feel after you get your hair "did"?
My hair timeline. From late high school (at the bottom) until now:
And so my friends...how should I reinvent myself next time?