My 21st Year: First Mistake of Many

This is a quick story about how I went from basic black hair to looking like Frank Ocean to full on Joker in less than 24 hours!

Recently, my Mom taught me the importance of being able to laugh at yourself, which was exactly what I needed to hear after making the most horrible mistake of many yet to come. Straight out of nowhere I decided that I wanted to dye my hair. I’ve always wanted to experiment with different colors since my hair is short, so I decided to take a shot and try it. Out of sheer uneducated, failure to ask questions, and having a do and think later mindset, I took it upon myself to bleach my entire head of natural hair. Like most things before they turn to hell, everything was working in my favor! My hair had begun to turn into a caramel/golden brown version that I started to take a liking too, but according to the box time I needed to keep it in longer and so I did. Skip thirty minutes later, I washed the bleach out of my hair (my first mistake) expecting totally different results than I got, because when I looked up, I was shocked! The first thing I could do was laugh, which was most likely a cover up for the immense state of shock I was in.

My hair was orange…Yes, orange just like the fruit, the singer Frank Ocean, and the sun. And the torture only got worse as the color came in more as time passed.

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A more accurate representation of what my whole head looked like!

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As you can see, Frank Ocean looks amazing! In other words, I am not Frank Ocean.

If you could’ve seen my Mother’s face you would’ve been on the floor dying of laughter! I’ve never seen her more shell shocked than she was when she saw the finished product. Since orange was most definitely not the endgame and didn’t turn out AT ALL how I wanted it, I decided to just go back to black, because orange is not the new black. Luckily, my Mom had extra black hair dye from the last time she’d dyed her hair, and I took the opportunity to use it. I’ve never put anything on my head so fast! Skip, thirty minutes of pure torture and intense prayer I finally washed the dye out (my second mistake. DO NOT WASH HAIR DYE OUT)! And you guessed it, it didn’t work.

After a few days of dreading my hair my trusty, hand-dandy barber came to the rescue and cut till you could see the patches of green, blue, blonde, and black. I looked like a poor attempt at a camouflaged Halloween costume! After getting my line up I stopped by my hairdresser who recommended a hair dye that would hopefully turn my hair brown, but very well could leave my hair even more blue than before. So, I mustered all the hope in semi-permanent hair dyes I had left and allowed my Mom to apply it just so I couldn’t jack up the whole thing!

A few weeks have passed, and my hair is finally growing back black with the only downside being that as the blue/green shade grows out it’s become a more prudent focal point of my hair; especially but not secluded to the front of my hair. Thank God for hats and cloth headbands that cover up my unfortunate mishap. I hope, you’ve enjoyed my little story and a quick word of advice, before you choose to dye your hair, I highly recommend seeking professional assistance before trying it at home!

By The Freed Sparrow

Hi there! Welcome to The Freed Sparrow! I am a lifestyle and travel blog determined to spread body advocacy, sustainability, and the power of a positive voice! I am an aspiring children's and YA novelist, an adventure seeker by nature, and the biggest bookworm you'll ever meet!

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