Happy New Year everyone! Hope you all had a beautiful Christmas and lovely entry into the new year. I’ve been away for a while, taking some time off over the Christmas and New Year holiday period to rejuvenate, relax, and look after my mental health after the turbulent year I had had – basically take time out for myself. And what better way to ring in the new year, than with new hair!
Not wanting to sound like I’m being a tad conceited, I’ve always been known for my hair. All my life since I was a little girl, I had long long hair. And I mean, long hair – right down to just slightly above my bottom! It always drew many comments from adults and kids, back in those days I was a brunette.
I’ve always been a shy person… I know its hard to believe, right? But seriously, ever since I was a kid, I have been super shy. I was the kid that was bullied and picked on at school for either being too skinny, too quite or just too different. I never felt confident in my own body and skin, and especially more so with the way I looked. It wasn’t until I got much older that I became more confident in being me, and how I looked.
The moment I was a pre-teenager, Madonna came onto the scene in the 80’s (yes, I’m that old), and my love for blond hair started. I dreamt of one day being a blond. I wanted to be like my idol. I wanted to be blond and with shoulder to mid length hair. Just like, Madonna. But it wouldn’t be until around 2005, that I migrated (slowly) to full on blond without getting a further lecture from my dad. Haha!
Here are some past looks!
My father never ever allowed me to cut my hair. Very rarely did he allow even a trim. He preferred and only allowed me to have long hair – regardless what age I was. However, somehow one day I got away with my cutting my hair on a trip overseas by myself to Portugal – I was about 30 years old. Right there and then, I decided on a whim to cut my hair, short.
It was at that time I had just ended my abusive long term relationship once & for all and I wanted to let go of the past and just change. Be the person that I knew existed inside of me and who was dying to come out. So I cut my hair… short in Lisbon, Portugal.
Upon my return back to Australia, my father showed his (serious extreme) displeasure and slowly over time, I took it further by cutting it shorter and shorter, and slowly getting blonder and blonder.
So you see, I was a (very) late started and my hair the past few months has seen better days. Its been coloured so many times (to blonde, back to brunette, back to blonde and bleached) and is is super deceiving to hairdressers -it doesn’t look thick, but when they are doing the foils, they then see how much hair I actually do have. Haha!
So I made the (painful) decision after trying to grow my hair long for the past few years (dad you would have been proud) – I had to cut it, almost half of it off (enter in sad face emoji). The ends were so dry, even after a day of having it washed and it just felt like straw. Bleugh!!
I’m really happy with the short length its at now and I can still do my, ‘special hair bun’ and French knots.
I now realise (yes, its taken me a longggggggggggggggggg time to realise it) just how important it is to look after my hair and the super care it needs, and not take it for granted.
It’s a part of my identity. When my hair looks good, I look and feel good – I act more confident and self assured. But when my hair looks like crap and looks like I have stuck my fingers into an electrical socket, it looks like complete crazy shit! Haha!
So new hair, new year – I’ve got a feeling its going to be a fabulous New Year!
What’s the relationship with your hair like? What styles and colors have you had over the years? I’d love to know about it in the comments below! Happy New Year everyone, wishing you all love, happiness and health xoxo