Trying To Cure My Blonderexia

When I was a baby I had super blonde hair, when I was in elementary school I had blonde hair and by the time I entered high school I had dishwater blonde hair.  What color is my natural color now?  I have absolutely NO idea.

Once in high school I started highlighting my hair and by the time I was in college I started getting experimental with my hair color…I went from super blonde locks, to blonde with brown hair underneath and I even colored my hair very dark brown (which I absolutely hated).  It’s been a little over ten years since I started coloring my hair and I can honestly say that I don’t know what my natural hair color is.  Earlier this year I decided I wanted platinum blonde hair and I loved the color, but three months in and my dark roots started creeping up on me.  I would sit on my bathroom counter and stare at the color of my roots, trying to decipher what color was really coming out of my head.  It wasn’t quite dark enough to be brown and at the same time it wasn’t quite light enough to be blonde. 

By the time April hit my split ends were getting the best of me (thanks in part to my dye job) and I decided to get a trim.  I knew it was time to do something about my roots, but I wanted them to come in a little more so I could color my hair close to my natural color.  This idea ended after five minutes in the salon.  My hairdresser didn’t have to do much convincing that I needed to do something with my hair color and she said she could match my roots right then.  I was sold…until she started busting out super dark hair samples.  I told her I couldn’t believe that my hair was really that dark, but she assured me that it was.  My impulsive nature got the best of me and an hour later I walked out of the salon with super dark brown hair.  UGH!  I think I might have popped out a tear or two, but the color was semi-permanent and she promised that it would be out of my hair in two to three months.

I’m a little past month two now and I will say that my hair is still brown, several shades lighter than before, but still very much brunette.  I also realize that my stylist was totally wrong in her color selection because my roots are starting to pop out and they are very much a shade of blonde.  What shade it will turn out, I really don’t know, but what I do know is that I feel I work much better as a blonde.  It just fits me better on so many different levels.  When I look at old pictures, blonde is the color that I relate to.  When I see myself with brown hair I see myself as a stranger.  Even though my locks are brunette right now, I’d probably say my hair was blonde if someone asked me. 

I do, however, take solice in knowing that there are probably millions of girls out there like me who started off as a blonde child and then got caught up in the world of beauty and started accentuating their hair color to the point that they have no clue what shade truly lies under all that dye.  I’m still on a quest to find my true hue.  I plan on being patient, something that does not come easy for me, and wait for my brunette color to fade and then I will slowly let my roots grow out.  A task that will probably be painful for awhile, but I can’t wait to see the results!

*Are any of you having an identity crisis thanks to your hair color?  How many of you really know your true hue and how many of you are a little blonderexic?