For the record, I’ve never had my hair professionally dyed. It was always way too much money for me to be spending. Plus, the idea of box color baffles me! For $5-10 and 45 minutes of your time, you can re-invent yourself. From 13 to about 23, I dyed incessantly. I tried multiple color variations, starting first with the generic box colors. I mostly used 100% by Garnier Nutrisse because all the hair models on those covers were the coolest. I went from strawberry blond all the way to deep dark blue black. (Which, side note – don’t dye your hair black if you have naturally light hair. I’m talking months to come out, ladies. Another side note, I still dyed it black multiple times.)
After exhausting the box hair dye aisle, I had to up my ante. I started roaming the aisles of Sally Beauty Supply. I’m not entirely sure this place exists on the West Coast or if it’s even still in business in the MidWest. It was my haven for awhile, though. After all, it was the only place I could get the totally cool punk rock hair dye, Manic Panic! In really rad shades. I dyed my hair black, bleached streaks and added purple. I was really cool, you guys. Like, cooler than all the cool kids in high school. I love my parents for letting me make these silly ventures, too.
Now, naturally I have very light hair. When I finally grew hair, it was bleach blonde. Over the years it darkened up a little and with all the dyeing that occurred, I lost my natural colors. They’ve started to make a comeback, though! (The real point of this blog.) Due to my mother’s side of the family, I have natural red in my hair. I have hated it for a really long time. However, these past few summers I’ve been straying from the hair dye and letting the natural seep back out. It’s getting redder every afternoon I spend out in the sun. I’m embracing the locks I was born with these days.
The moral of all of this is to really love yourself. It’s so hard these days. Not to mention when we live in the narcissistic capital of the world, Los Angeles, CA. It’s hard to be among the 120 lb, tall, blonde “bomshells” of this city when you’re used to wearing pajama pants to the grocery store. If staying natural for awhile means I’ll risk being called a “ginger” or “carrot top” (wait…we’re not in the 3rd grade anymore, are we?) then I’ll take it. Embrace your red hair, ladies! And by red hair I mean your curves, your frizzy hair, your glasses, your knobby knees, your hobbit feet…whatever your “Red Hair” is, wear it proud. Now, if we could only go back to the days when we had overly greasy skin and braces to tell ourselves it was all going to work out…
I compiled a quick list of gorgeous red heads to give us all a little boost. They aren’t a size 0 either!
You can’t talk red-headed women without mentioning this beauty! She’ll always be an idol of mine.
Christina Henricks – Words can’t describe how gorgeous I think this red head is!
Carole Burnett makes the point that red heads are naturally funny too.
My favorite redhead to ever get Saturday detention.
They called her “Ginger Spice” and 3rd grade happened all over again.
by Jessica Greske