Thursday, 24 September 2015

My Hair History - From 0 to 20


I've seen a few bloggers write posts such as this one, and I always thought, well why would you want to show a bunch of strangers a load of the most embarrassing pictures you've ever taken?! It just seemed ludicrous to me. But I decided actually, its nice to look back at the past when your comfortable with life, and its also nice to reminisce with others, to be able to share memories, and laugh about them for years to come. I look ghastly in most of my photos, and everyone...feel free to laugh at me and my troublesome teen years, when I seemed to think wearing 3D Cinema glasses with no lenses was cool, and picking daisy's and then posing with them was also on the same level of cool (oh dear). This is my hair history from age 0 up until the age of 20 (my age now), roughly in the right order, though obviously, these are only a select few of the photos I've taken or have had taken for me, over the many years I've been alive. Now sit back and have a good chuckle as I explain...

Me and my hair have always had a strong love hate relationship. I was the kind of young girl that grew up always wishing my hair would suddenly grow overnight, and in the morning I would wake to find it touching the floor like Rapunzels. Obviously, that never happened, but it still never stopped me wishing for it. I often went through fazes of trying to grow it out and then getting tired of waiting, so would chop it of at a moments notice, or I would very drastically change the colour of my hair, much to my hairdressers dismay, which would satisfy me for as little as a couple of days. Because of this, my whole life has evolved into one big serious dying binge, which obviously isn't healthy for your hair, and I've learnt my lesson the hard way, as I no longer have the silky smooth mane I was lucky to have before. 

When I was a baby I didn't have much say in my hair colour or style. My hair was very dark when I was born, and out of nowhere it blossomed into this thick bush of white blonde hair, with a hideous straight cut fringe to match, that all our mothers seemed to love to give us back then. The blonde began to fade gradually as I got older, which was a shame. The first time I ever dyed my hair was in Secondary School, and it was actually my friend who did the deed. I picked up a pink streak kit from my local tescos, and I have no idea why I trusted her to do it, since she's the craziest person I know. We used tin foil, clearly we thought we were professionals. Unsurprisingly, the results were disastrous, and my next morning at school, was probably one of the most embarrassing days of my entire life, my friend found the whole thing hilarious. Never again will i let her anywhere near my hair. I couldn't find any pictures of my hair when I first dyed it black, which is odd because its probably the hair colour I've had for the longest period of time, purely because of the fact its so god damn hard to get out! One of the first colours I EVER died it, and I decided I wanted black...smart move Amy. I remember letting one of my friends bleach it from black to a peroxide blonde, and it makes me cringe now, because we used 2 fricken tubs of bleach (horrendous!), and honestly afterwards I looked like a scarecrow. After that I continued to die it blonde in a feeble effort to get rid of the horrible ginger nest I'd been left with, not realising toner was the way to go. That was really the penultimate time I completely destroyed my hair. But luckily there are no pictures of that *smiles*

Eventually I gave up with the blonde and dyed it black again, I figured it was the only way to fix it. The third picture you see is what my hair looked like after I'd grown out the black 'the proper way', and after numerous hair cuts to trim away the damaged hair. At this point I'd wanted red hair for a while, and so I dyed it again stupid! It was not bright red, but a more natural plum/auburn colour that suited my pale skin. I would say its my second favourite colour. I felt like trying out a fringe again to make a change from my usual bangs, which restricted hairstyles, and I soon got bored of it, so I let it grow out. Then I went from red to brown, and then yet again to black, and finally to brown just in time for prom. I had it curled at Dennis Michaels, which I really loved. 

It wasn't until I got to college, that I decided enough was enough, and I was going to take growing it out more seriously, though my dying addiction never faltered. During my time at college I decided I wanted to be a red head again, but this time I wanted it to be mega bright, I guess I wanted to stand out, even though I'm quite a quiet, shy person, so it doesn't make sense, even to me. It was around the time pop star Rhianna had dyed her hair bright red, and it was slowly becoming more acceptable to have bolder shades. It took several attempts, but I got there in the end with a lot of Sean's help. I had some mixed opinions on it, but most were positive, and I was really really happy with how it turned out, which I suppose is all that really matters. For a while I loved it, I embraced it and finally it was starting to grow, until...the stupid hairdresser happened. Its highly likely that one of you in your lifetime has had a hairdresser you weren't at all happy with. I asked for an inch and he cut like 3 inches of, what an idiot. It still makes me mad today haha! 

So sadly I was back to square one with the length, and I attempted to get rid of my red hair by myself. Turns out red hair is considerably harder than black to get out, and I ended up with a bogie shade of green, which I was so embarrassed about, I never left the house. When that happened I felt something had to be done about the dying and growing it out. After meeting my boyfriend Sean, I met his lovely home hairdresser, who helped me banish the green and return to my natural virgin hair, a colour I hadn't seen in a long long while. It was truly like magic to me, what she did, and if it weren't for her, my hair may still be ruined now. I had that colour for a long time after that, and then she helped me again to achieve a gorgeous natural shade of brown, seriously though I am forever in her debt. She told me that semi-perminent would be much less damaging to my hair, and would give it a break to be able to grow. As you can see from the last few photos my hair is really long, and I'm still growing it now, though all of the layers are gone. I've considered cutting it all of a few times, but I don't think I ever will again. Its so long I can't fit the full length picture in at the end. Recently, I did dye it ombre with a box dye, but I feel I am now a lot wiser, and much more sensible than what I used to be. My ombre turned out brilliantly and I feel its the best my hair has ever felt or looked. 

I would like for it to grow to my ribs, but I still have a few more inches to go before I reach that goal, though now I've managed it this far, I feel much more confident that I will reach it. I'm currently loving trying out different hair products to improve the texture and quality of my hair, to somewhat repair the years of trauma I've put it through, though I know it will never be exactly the same. I enjoy being able to plait it, and put it up in a messy bun, the possibilities are endless with long hair. Looking back now, I wish I could take it all back. In hind site I never should have dyed it, I should have just let it grow, but life has a funny way of doing the opposite of what you want. My new golden rule is 'to always go and see a professional hairdresser' and everything will be fine!

I hope you enjoyed reading about the journey of my hair, and how it came to be. Leave comments as to what you think, and tell me about your own hair havocs, we can have a good old laugh together. 

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