Booty Dish Syndicate: Beauty Gone Wrong
Our next wonderful guest is no stranger to beauty gone awry! Grumpy Girl alyssa shares her hair horrors below. Be sure to visit her blog after reading her story!
Beauty Gone Wrong
by Alyssa Ettinger
if you've read my blog (grumpy girl), or the entry i wrote during my last stint as a guest blogger here at beauty dish, you likely know that i am having a rather sordid love affair with my curly red hair. simply put: it's fantastic. when it's good, it's very very good. but, as they say, when it's bad it's horrid.
when i was in the seventh grade all the other girls had their perfectly straight, blond hair cut to look perfectly feathered, just like farrah fawcett. perfect. and then there was me. my mop a mixture of little orphan annie, pippi longstocking, and roseann roseannadanna. not pretty. i didn't know what to do with this head of hair, and i just wanted to look normal. i took my mom's curling iron and tried to use it in the same way one would use one of today's newfangled straight-irons, but i couldn't get it to work. the hair was too long and it wasn't gliding smoothly between the barrel and the plate. i quickly figured a solution: i'd cut my hair shorter, then the iron would straighten the small amount of hair left. i was wrong. i looked in the mirror and realized i was getting freakish, and decided that since all bets were off i'd try bleaching my hair. (i think i must have thought that if i streaked it the messed up frizziness wouldn't show so much...) luckily, household bleach does not bleach hair. luckier still, i was able to wear a bandana on my head that day at school, and afterward my mom got me into her hairdresser and he was able to somewhat even out what i'd done.
you'd think that i'd have learned my lesson there, but not so much.... in the ninth grade i had a stripe of pink put into the mane (this wasn't exactly the thing to do in suburban new jersey, circa 1979). then i had my hair cut to look like stevie nick's hair, only it didn't look like her hair because that wasn't the kind of hair i had (even though the woman at the salon SWORE to me that she could make my hair so anything i wanted it to...). didn't learn my lesson here, either: bored with my auburn shade, i got a cellophane rinse when i was a junior in college. i wanted it to be cranberry, it turned out to be the color of eggplant. worse, what was supposed to be a non-permanent, temporary color change wasn't. it was there forever, and it wasn't a good color.
the moral of my own beauty gone awry stories? don't fix what isn't broken, learn to love what you have, and never, ever, try to dye your hair with clorox.
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