my friend bleach dyed half of it blonde, the bottom layers. and chopped up a bunch. so I had to fix it up because the cutting was so damaging. since it was so ghetto my hair is still recovering. i miss the old hair but i've gotten used to it. it's not as dramatic now as it is in this picture, and i've started to grow my bangs out.i do not plan on dying my hair again. i've learned my lesson. I liked my natural colour best, and it's just weird feeling now. my mother has never dyed her hair and it's still beautiful and healthy, so I have something to look up to. besides, i'm having horrid roots (but I don't want to/ can't afford to dye it back.. mhmmm), but it's close to being grown out.
on the photos:
the first one was from a trip to NYC last year with the drama club... mediocre but still memorable. on the way home i fell asleep on my friend whilst he made jokes about Scarlette Johannson. we are now dating.
foreshadowing?
the second was just one i took of myself when i dyed it. went through a phase when i wanted to model. gave up on that because i'm 4'11'' and done growing.


this is a reallly cool picture (:
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