A Lifetime of Hair Color Experiments: A Journey Through Various Tones and Styles
Since childhood, I have been fascinated by the idea of changing my hair color. Each choice has been a unique adventure, bringing a new identity to my look and often a newfound sense of self.
Discovering My First Soda
My first experiment with hair color started at a tender age. For the first two years of my life, my hair was blonde, a golden hue that mirrored the sunshine. However, it began to naturally change to ashy brown, and I wasn't happy with it. At the young age of fifteen, I decided to go for a blonde look, a bright and cheerful color that was eventually revealed to suit me terribly. After half a year of experimenting, I switched to copper-red, a vibrant shade that I adored. Yet, after a few years, I looked for something darker, embarking on a journey that led me from deep chocolate brown to pitch black.
I was immensely pleased with the dark look, feeling like I was dressed to the nines. My hair was an expression of my personality, always bold and daring. Then, after quitting my first job, I sought something different and decided to dye my hair bright red. The color was thrilling for a short while, but soon, I began to miss my black hair: the elegance, the understated confidence, and the versatility it brought to my overall appearance.
To this day, black hair has been my preferred choice for about seven years, a color that is always a striking statement. It is not only dazzling but also easy to style. Any color or makeup complements black hair, which has made it my go-to choice.
A One Time Extreme Hair Color Experiment
Once, just for fun, I had my hair done by a student. The result was unpredictable and perhaps not entirely successful. The joy of the transformation was short-lived, as my principal objected, forcing me to cut it all off after a few days. Even so, I enjoyed the temporary change, realizing that sometimes daring to be different can lead to exciting experiences.
Going Blonde and Beyond
At around fourteen, I tried blonde as an act of defiance against my over-controlling parents. My natural dark brown hair had always made me feel dull and unremarkable, so going blonde was a liberating choice. I embraced the look for 26 years, a reign where pink never disturbed my joy and comfort. However, when I left the corporate world, I decided to let my hair revert to its pink glory, a declaration of my newfound freedom and boldness.
Switching between shades of pink, from purplish-pink to cotton candy, I found the perfect hue that expressed my unique personality. My pink hair has become synonymous with my identity, making it a striking calling card that people can easily recognize. Even my partner's grand-nephew, with his nickname of "Tdi Roosa" (meaning "Aunt Pink" in Estonian), highlights the special connection my hair has to my character. Despite dressing modestly and not having any tattoos or piercings, my pink hair is the one defining feature, like a shining beacon.
The last word on my hair color journey is that it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks, as long as I am happy. It is simply a joyful and fulfilling aspect of my life, and that is all that matters.