I have received so many compliments and questions about my short platinum blonde hair; so I thought it would be cool to share my hair story with you guys. I am a mixed chick with African and Indian roots. I grew up with really thick, shoulder length kinky-curly hair.
People would comment how fortunate I am to have “good hair” and not “peasy hair”. What makes a hair good or bad though? That’s for another discussion.
DOWN MEMORY LANE
As a child, I dreaded having my hair combed because it got tangled very easily. This made it difficult to manage; my neighbours would jeer/tease that I was nasty because I didn’t like combing my hair. Honestly, who likes the feeling of someone murdering their scalp with a razor sharp comb? NOT ME!
I love watching my mom get into character as she recalled stories of how I would bawl down di place, and how her friends vowed never to touch my hair again because I carried on like someone was killing me. I guess that’s the only time I got a decent comb LOL. There were times when my mom would just smooth the sides, front and back of my hair with a brush, just to avoid struggling with me( the middle was like a bird’s nest). I don’t think she had any clue how to style my hair and what products to use ( She is blown Indian and ALWAYS sporting a pixie cut). My hair was pretty much in one style… a bun.
I got my hair relaxed at the age of twelve with the intention of making it more manageable. I remember bawling my eyes out because my hair was not straight like the little girl on the box of the relaxer. It was still thick and CURLY! After 6 perms it got a bit easier.
In my late teenage years, I got bored with the same old look, so I started experimenting with hair bleach. Then, I discovered hair rinse! My go- to colours were crimson fire and copper sunset. I also became addicted to clipping my hair(but never a big chop).
During my mid-twenties , I discovered a wide variety of hair colours; I was like a kid in a candy store. I ran through a spectrum of colours from brown, orange, gold, fiery red to magenta.
That’s how I quenched my boredom for a while at least. I was still on the quest of finding a look that suited me and sticking to it. After years of battling with fried, brittle, gummy hair from bleaching, I wanted a fresh start. What’s the sense of walking around with a lifeless head of hair anyway? My hair was so damaged, it took days to dry!
I was ready for a big chop! My only concern was looking like a man. I started researching women who took a chance with big chops, and my greatest inspiration was from Eva Marcille. She looked ahhhhmazing! I am sure I can rock this look!
I did my first big chop in 2012. I remember stepping out of the barber shop and a former high school classmate yelled from across street, “Cameshia, why yu cut off yuh nice pretty hair?! Getty getty nuh want it and wanty wanty can’t get it”. Well, I still looked like myself since I was easily recognized. Some turned up their nose as if I committed a horrendous crime. Others expressed how much they rather me with longer hair because I looked more beautiful. While another set complimented on how they were digging the look.
Most importantly, how did I feel about it? I ABSOLUTELY loved it! Wow, I did not need hair to look beautiful. The big chop breathed new life into me. I felt free, fresh and confident. The only thing that was missing was a pop of colour, so I continued experimenting with colours and BAM! There she was, platinum blonde! I love how the colour bounced off my skin and gave that instant glow!
I started the process of growing my hair out of curiosity. I never got a chance to truly embrace my curls, so I decided to give it a chance. Countless hours were dedicated to watching YouTube videos, and those curly gals made it seem as if it was a walk in the park. I admired their soft bouncy curly hair. I was certain I could follow these tutorials and achieve the same look. Every other week, I stocked up on new hair products (product junkie) but for some reason I couldn’t seem to get it right. 95% of the time my hair looked as if it had been electrocuted which was quite frustrating.
There I was, back to the struggle of detangling knots. constantly colouring my hair changed my curl pattern. The root was curly( that Jerry curls kind of curl), the middle was wavy and the end straight. I went straight to the barber shop and put that misery behind.
I am happiest with short platinum blonde hair. A fresh haircut with a pop of colour never gets stale. Truthfully, this is not an easy colour to achieve, it requires plenty hydration and is high maintenance. I usually bleach it myself or get my dear friend Jayne to help me out ( whenever she is in town). I love the fact that my low haircut goes with any style and gives me that edgy look. It took a lot of trial and error to find that satisfied look.
If you are interested in going platinum, I strongly suggest going to a professional or else your hair will melt right in front your eyes, no joke…been there! 😊 lol
We all have a hair story. What’s yours?
Until next time,