You have very dark hair! - an astonishing statement that I have been hearing regularly for three years. For me, it's always a little reminder. Reminds me of the transformation I've been through. Because the people in my life had always saved me as a blonde. And I actually too. Why I started to dye my hair from brown to blonde - and the way back ...
For me, my natural brown hair was the epitome of sheer boredom. So I said goodbye to them as a twelve-year-old teenager - and picked up the first set of highlights in the drugstore. The starting shot of my blonde odyssey, which was to last around 17 years and was a real revelation in times of pubertal identity development (mom, this is not a phase!).
Compared to brown, blonde hair makes a radiant statement and promises a lot: I thought of the coolness of iconic fake blondes like Marilyn Monroe, Madonna, or Debbie Harry. Blonde was the exclamation point I wanted to put back then. And maybe that was exactly what made the addiction factor. But after years of dyeing my hair, one conviction also rubbed off on me: I don't find myself beautiful with my natural brown hair color.
Even though I lived and loved blonde, over time my head began to feel more and more strange. It bothered me that the blonde was now carrying me. You only understand how much hair is part of your identity when you change it. I longed for more depth, naturalness, rough edges. Instead of erasing my approach, as usual, the hairdresser started weaving it into the light lengths using the balayage technique.
So I slowly changed from month to month. My dark brown approach grew with me. The blonde disappeared and with it my negative belief. What started with a platinum blonde long bob now ends with long brown hair. It was time to get home. And maybe that's a good starting point for new adventures - someday.