I believe that maintaining the same look is just as living in one place for your whole life. A great waste.
I’m into changes. I’m into brutal life changing changes. Taking the risk. Being bold. Shocking everyone. Making drastic changes. Cutting people off. Cutting hair off. Changing your life. Changing your look.
I’m 23 and I started over way too many times. There is this beautiful rush of excitement of the unknown I get high on. I adore the newly built routines I get to live.
With every life change, I get to change how the world view me as well.
I went from naturally brown hair to deep red, to bright long red hair. From there I moved to short red and then to short blond. Short, long and short again. Blonde, silver to white. More of that in my All of my hairstyles.
All of that is naturally so freaking bad for my hair’s health.
My hair are almost as burned out as I am.
I was a blondie for almost 4 years now and even though I’m gonna miss my Marilyn Monroe resemblance, it’s time to move on. Or sort of move back in this case.
What’s the most annoying about hair color changes is the constant need to fill in. I had enough of that so I’m getting back to my roots, to my natural hair color.
There are two ways I could have done that. Wait for my natural hair to grow out but honestly, who has time for that?
Or dye them for the last final time.
I choose a simple light brown color that somehow caught reddish shade on my hair.
I guess I’m going in retrospective now.
From blonde back to red and back to brown at last.
Introducing the new me:
It’s like looking at my younger self again. Looks like Natalia from 10 years ago but that girls went through some shit. Even though it still feels super weird when I look at this brunette lady in the mirror, it also feels super freeing. Like the pressure is off my shoulders and I get to look like my true self now. I’m 100% content right now.
Get used to this Natalia cuz she’s staying for a while now.
Life is everchanging and as I know myself this is not the final look of mine. In couple of months or years, I’ll get the calling for a change again and I’m gonna do it cuz there is literally nothing to lose. It’s just the appearance even though we as a society tend to put way too much of an importance to it.
Dye your hair. Cut it off. Get that tattoo. Pierce that shit. Wear that dress. Change what you’re not 100% on board with. Take the risk. Do whatever. It’s not that big of a deal as we make it out to be.
I don’t even remember every time I changed my hair. I just know that at that moment it was what I wanted so I did it and here we go again. I’m brunette until next time.