So a few days ago, I woke up, took a look in the mirror, and realised that I barely recognised myself anymore… and not in a good way. It was time to change things up, and get myself back to my roots.
About eighteen months ago I wanted to change who I was, and I did that by dying my hair blonde. I had just lost my grandmother, and I had just had my heart broken and I needed to feel like there was something left that I could control. So I changed my appearance.
Do not get me wrong, I loved every minute that I was blonde! It allowed me to be someone else; someone I didn’t think that I could be. But now, my life has settled, and I’m back in control, and I don’t feel like I need to hide anymore.
So here I am; back to a brunette, and back to my roots. And looking forward to all that is to come.