If you have known me for a long time, or even if you just got here, I think it is visible that I’m always changing the color of my hair.
Most of them have a meaning attached to it, today I’m going to try and explain a little bit of what happens inside that little head of mine.
I have to start going way back and explaining that I absolutely LOVED pink when I was growing up, but with time I started forcing myself not to like it, for the simple fact that it was considered a feminine color.
I did everything to get away from that idea of being a “little girl”. I hated hearing “girls can’t do that”, “behave yourself”, “this is not ladylike”, “girls can’t talk like that”. As a born questioner, I did everything I could to rebel against the stereotype.
In 2018, when I died my hair pink, I was beginning to see “being a woman” as “being powerful”; women are strong, being a girl didn’t mean I was any less then the others, or that I couldn’t do something I wanted to.
When I died my hair blue, at the start of 2019, I had just gone through two situations that made me go back to that feeling of not liking being a woman. I wanted to get away from that, so with the blue hair came the baggy and black clothes.
After that I went through some colors that didn’t really have a meaning, didn’t have a set intention, and I always ended up back with the blue.
In 2020 I died my hair red, that was a color that made me feel powerful, I was secure with myself, that’s when my style changed and I started feeling more like me, being more confident.
This year I went back to blue, even though I loved the red, I started feeling like it drew too much attention to me.
Now I decided to go with green. Green is hope, this year has started off being very challenging and full of uncomfortable situations that require a lot of hope, and that is mirrored on my hair.