When I was a little girl, I was fairly different from the girls around me.
I was a bookworm, kind of quiet, and not pretty like the rest were. I was an easy target for other kids. Dreading leaving the house was not a happy existence, but I was always afraid.
Depending on what age I was, I dealt with it in different ways. At one point I came to terms with how things were, and also how I looked at the time, and promised myself that one day I'd be pretty. Somehow that would change everything.
I was convinced that all I had to do was be blonde. All the blonde girls around me were the prettiest, so I figured that must be the key. Misguided, but I was so sure of it.
Lo and behold, many years later, I became blonde. It just so happened to be around the time I stopped caring what others thought and carried myself a bit differently. And ever since then, I've always been some form of blonde.
And here's where this post gets especially girly and superficial.
For a long time I've thought about going dark. Really dark. But I'm stupid and scared, and if I hate it (or if the boy hates it), it'd be too hard to just change back.
That's right. I'm blogging about hair colour, and I'm dead serious.
So... I'm seeking assistance.
Do I stay blonde and stick to what I know, and am?
Or do I go dark and become something quite different?
I just don't know.