I always wanted to dye my hair when I was younger. I never got the chance until I went to college. *rebel* I dyed my hair 3 colors (Dark Brown, Blonde, Ginger) before returning to my original "honey brown." Every time I dyed my hair, I almost felt like I was wearing a disguise (like a wig). Hence, my secret identities.
The first time I dyed my hair I thought I'd make it a beautiful dark brown, just like my mom. She helped me put in a temporary dye that was supposed to come out after 10 washes or so. You can't tell very well from the picture on the left, but it was pretty dark.
When I served a mission to the Dominican Republic, I decided to go blonde since everyone called me "rubia" (blondie) anyway. I could usually get one of my companions to help me dye it every 6-8 weeks. The middle picture is a professional job when I got back from my mission.
Red was my most daring attempt. I've always thought it would be awesome to be a ginger, but I saved it for last because it would be the most different. My hair has a slight reddish tint to it, and I think I've liked this color the best. On the right is my hair after putting in a tinted conditioner.
It's been interesting to see how people viewed me when my hair was a different color. Often there is a stigma associated with blonde or red hair, for example. I think the difference was mostly internal, how people perceived me, as opposed to how they treated me, so it was hard to measure the difference. I have to say, though, I got the most comments when I went from blonde to red.
The first time I dyed my hair I thought I'd make it a beautiful dark brown, just like my mom. She helped me put in a temporary dye that was supposed to come out after 10 washes or so. You can't tell very well from the picture on the left, but it was pretty dark.
When I served a mission to the Dominican Republic, I decided to go blonde since everyone called me "rubia" (blondie) anyway. I could usually get one of my companions to help me dye it every 6-8 weeks. The middle picture is a professional job when I got back from my mission.
Red was my most daring attempt. I've always thought it would be awesome to be a ginger, but I saved it for last because it would be the most different. My hair has a slight reddish tint to it, and I think I've liked this color the best. On the right is my hair after putting in a tinted conditioner.
It's been interesting to see how people viewed me when my hair was a different color. Often there is a stigma associated with blonde or red hair, for example. I think the difference was mostly internal, how people perceived me, as opposed to how they treated me, so it was hard to measure the difference. I have to say, though, I got the most comments when I went from blonde to red.
Rhetorically,
Rebekah
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