Geek In The Pink

 

I toyed with the idea of purple hair for ages, but it was after  testing out some pink hair chalk that gave me the "OMG I really like this on me" moment. Which is such a limp reason that when people ask me why I dyed my hair, they always get bitterly underwhelmed by my answer. Maybe I should start saying things like Xiaxue is my idol. 
 

(...Or maybe Jar Jar Binks? Spot the similarities? Hahaha)

 

The process of pink hair took FOREVER - as a bleach job virgin, I had no idea that it would take six hours just to bleach and dye the ends. Plus I had dodgy wifi so I ended up reading tabloids for almost the entirety of the wait - there's only so much gossip someone can take. But I love the result with such an irrational passion that I doubt I can go back to black now (see what I did there). 
 

 

After taking what I deemed to be a pretty enough selfie I sent it over to my parents who were overseas. 

My mum's comments were: 

"Is that pink? " (well, yes?) 

"Have you shown your father?"
 

(2 minutes later) 

"Okay your father says it's okay for the short term." 

(The next day) 

"Okay your dad really doesn't like the pinky hair." (And yes, she really did type pinky. I have the text for proof.) 

 

Before I throw a "it's my hair and I'll do what I want with it" fit, I realised that I really truly don't care what people think because that's how happy I am with it. Which is a bit of a revelation for me because I've always felt like the awkward, self conscious teenager whom I once was never really left the building. I don't even mind when friends say "it's....interesting" or when the boyfriend says people won't take me seriously. I feel like My Little Pony and I couldn't be happier. #truestory 
 

 

So here I am, pink and proud. It's me and my hair against the world.