3.26.2016

Why I Went for Red Dip Dyes

I'm contemplating over a million things as I type this post. Simply because it's about something I consider a huge aspect of my personality. I hear the question, "Why you dyed your hair red?!?!" almost every single time I pass by somewhere. Trust me, it's such a wonderful thing to tell everyone about your choices, but it's not always easy to thoroughly tell every single person about how it's not just the color of my hair that is different, it's the sight of my life choices shrieking from each single strand on the tips of my hair.
I had always wanted dip dyes. Red dip dyes. I can't clearly remember how the urge started, but it's as old as I can remember. 10 years old me begging Amma Jaan to get my hair dyed. Oh yes, the reaction was pretty much eye rolls and sighs. But Amma Jaan, my mother, promised she would let me have cool looking hair when I turn 16. And I agreed.

I agreed mainly because:
(1) I thought I wouldn't be able to rock crazy color hair at the mere age of 10
(2) Amma Jaan would never ever let me do that at that moment anyways

Wheez!!!

I have very basic choices for hair, so nothing really changed in the years in between me and my promised dip dyes. I had always yearned for long, rapunzel like hair (that was such an impossibility that I feel bad for my kid-self). So I only focused on letting them grow.

When I turned 16, it was the high time for the high school that I totally forgot about all sorts of hair variations. It didn't matter which color they were, I was just glad how I still hadn't gone bald with the amount of tension that phase brought for me. Sad chuckle.
But when high school finished and I settled in college and everything went smoothly, I went straight to Amma Jaan to ask her about haiurrrrrr color. She nodded and said, "wait a little more Noor Unnahar, will you?" Gah, even my puppy face didn't work. But flash forward to January 2015, Amma Jaan approved me to officially go for dip dyes.
I WAS SO HAPPY! Barri Mama, my aunt, took me to her hairdresser who cut my hair a little bit and dyed them red. I was expecting crazy red dip dyes, but instead, they were maroon-ish thick streaks in front and on the tips. It didn't really go as I planned. But it was just the start. You can see the old hair in this photo.

Right after my 18th birthday, I took the plunge and went for bright funky red dip dyes. The ones that would make people ask my priorities in life and whether I had decided to join a rock punk band. Umm, imagining how I would look playing guitar whilst shaking my head wildly and wearing my favorite Pakistani attire or something like that feels pretty weird. Urgh!
But it happened. I couldn't be more happy about it. They need touch-ups to stay in the perfect red shades. Otherwise, all is well. Every time I look in the mirror, it reminds me of old plan that was achieved, Amma Jaan's approval and super cool-ness.

Red dip dyes didn't only mean I wanted a chunk of color on the ends of my hair. Red color has always been the sign of empowerment for me. Ugh, pls don't tell me it's an evil color because that's what I thought from the lessons learned from my favorite cartoons. Red has been the color that tells me it's gonna be alright, it has the vibe that would fix everything. It was my color for 2015 and ironically, I got my hair dyed red in the same year. I consider it a very good omen. Wink.

I never particularly liked red as a color. I am more of a muted pastels/pinks/blings + glitter kind of person. I don't even wear red lippies. But when it comes to making a solid decision that involves a color, I would just go for red.
If I were to tell you about its impact on me, then there would be so many to speak of. One of them is the reminder of audacity about conquering the dreams buried in past. My hair color, each day, would remind me how I held on to something I wanted to have for so long and it happened eventually. It would remind me that good thing happen, they only take some time to happen (maybe 6 years but it should be easy to tell, riiii?!?!?!?).

So it was the tale of a unicorn kid that's me. 

I asked two questions to my fellow bloggers with colored hair about their experience with having bright colored hair and that's what they said:

Q1: Why did you dye your hair?
Q2: Did it make any impact on your personality? If yes , then what?
Elena from Elena the Mermaid blog
A1: I've been dyeing my hair with tints and non-peroxide based colours for years, but with naturally brown hair it's never been a huge change. Then in spring last year, I took the plunge and bleached my hair about six times to get it light enough to go blue. I've varied from sky blue to navy, via turquoise and purple and can't imagine ever going back to brown.

A2: If anything I think my blue hair is just an extension of the personality I always had. I think of it as making my outside look like my inside. What I've loved is finding a community spirit amongst other bright-haired people. I even started a Facebook group for people with coloured hair, and they're all extra lovely.

Hannah from Viva La Fancy 
A1:I first dyed my hair 10 years ago, I was at art college studying filmmaking and I guess I just wanted to stand out and express my creative side so I dyed it a shocking pink colour! It was pretty unusual to have crazy coloured hair at that time, there was no Instagram, Tumblr or Twitter back then (yes I'm that old! 🙈) so no awesome girls on social media to give us all #hairgoals. People used to stare at me a lot and complete strangers would stop me on the street to talk about my hair! I liked the attention so I carried on dyeing it a variety of crazy combinations. Now it's been 10 years and I just wouldn't feel like me without my unicorn hair.

A2: I'm not sure if it impacted my personality but having coloured hair definitely makes me feel more like the 'real me' I just can't imagine myself without it!

Kimberley from The Color Chronicles
A1: I first dyed my hair bright pink when I was 11 because I'd seen some older "cool girls" with different coloured hair and I really wanted to look like them. I thought they looked fantastic and really just wanted to look like that. Since then I've been through the rainbow with pink, purple, blue, green, orange, any combination of the above! Right now my hair is dark brown with a pink dip dye and pink fringe.

A2: I don't think dying my hair impacted my personality so much as it just gave me an outlet to express what my personality was already like. I think from a young age I always wanted to look kind of alternative and different and dying my hair was just another way in which I could do that.

JJ from Evelyn Marie blog
A1: I first dyed my hair 10 years ago, I was at art college studying filmmaking and I guess I just wanted to stand out and express my creative side so I dyed it a shocking pink colour! It was pretty unusual to have crazy coloured hair at that time, there was no Instagram, Tumblr or Twitter back then (yes I'm that old! 🙈) so no awesome girls on social media to give us all #hairgoals. People used to stare at me a lot and complete strangers would stop me on the street to talk about my hair! I liked the attention so I carried on dyeing it a variety of crazy combinations. Now it's been 10 years and I just wouldn't feel like me without my unicorn hair.

A2: I'm not sure if it impacted my personality but having coloured hair definitely makes me feel more like the 'real me' I just can't imagine myself without it!

*Cool hurrr kids united*

Do you have a similar story to tell? What do you think of colored hair and their impact?

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