Okay, confession time: I am a natural blonde. I know, I know… shocking, right? Probably not so much if you don’t know me, but for most of the people in my life, picturing me with blonde hair is extremely difficult. This is probably because I started dying my hair dark brown when I was in high school – and once I started, I never went back to my natural color.
When I made the switch to being a brunette, I really didn’t think it was going to be that big of a deal. I figured most people probably wouldn’t even notice – but man, was I wrong. The day after the big change, everyone I had ever known bombarded me with questions and comments: “OMG, did you dye your hair?” “Why would you get rid of your blonde hair?! It was so beautiful!”
To this day, I still get similar questions when people find out about my real hair color. Everyone wants to know why a natural blonde would go darker. I still have no idea why anyone is so fascinated with this. What’s the big freakin’ deal about blonde hair? And why is it so weird to everyone around me that I decided to go brunette? Here’s my story about why I changed my hair color:
As a baby, I had perfect hair – at least, in my opinion. It was light blonde, long and curled in exactly the right places. When I look back at pictures of my childhood, I get super jealous of my younger self. And if my hair had stayed exactly that way, I probably would have never touched it. But it didn’t.
I really used to be extremely proud of my blonde strands. All of my dark-haired cousins would brush it and gush about how lucky I was. But slowly, my hair started to change. As I got older, it got darker… and by eighth grade, I was officially a “dark blonde.” I mourned the loss of my lighter hair (I know, it’s ridiculous). My mother wouldn’t let me dye it, so I spent all of my summer days laying on the beach, fanning my hair out around my head so that it would get maximum sun exposure. I squeezed lemons into my hair, I tried bottles of spray that promised blonde highlights… basically anything I thought would be a natural way of lightening up my head.
After a few years of this, plus a ton of straightner and blow-drier use, my hair was destroyed. It was fried, dry and full of split ends. Plus, all of those lightening techniques had only given me these weird dark roots that made me look like I had a bad dye job.
Around that same time, I started dating a guy who loved brunettes and I started to get major hair envy. I noticed that my entire Italian family had dark strands and dark eyes. Why was I the only one with blonde hair and blue eyes? I wanted to look like the Italian I was! I would check out pictures of celebrities like Adriana Lima and stare longingly at her long dark tresses. I wanted that!
Finally, finally, my mom caved in and agreed to let me dye my hair. The day of my appointment, I skipped into the salon, nervous but excited. I told my hairdresser I wanted to go dark, like really dark. She said, “Wow. I usually only get girls coming in here to go lighter. But okay.”
The second I saw my new brunette head, I knew I was never going to go back to blonde. I love how being a brunette looks on me – it sets off my blue eyes and makes my hair look a thousand times healthier and shinier. Every time I go in to get my color touched up, I leave feeling more confident. I know you’re supposed to learn to feel comfortable with what you were born with; but for me, being a brunette has made me feel more like myself then being blonde ever did.
Do you dye your hair? What’s your favorite hair color? Would you love to be a blonde? Tell us about it in the comments!