I know I’m still one post behind, and I’ll catch up eventually, but I had a dream last night that sort of spurred this line of thought, so I thought I’d share.
So I had a dream last night that I dyed my hair. I have naturally medium-dark brown hair that gets sun-bleached easily. So in my dream, I dyed my hair pink which essentially only tinted the lightest parts of my hair. It was really pretty and I’d love to try it out IRL, but I seem to have a problem with any sort of body modification.
I can’t bring myself to do it.
I’ve dyed my hair before, different shades of red, black, brown, highlights and lowlights, but always very careful to make it look as natural as possible. I’d love to dye my hair into several pastel shades.
I have a single set of piercing in my ears. No other ones, even though I’d love to get a constellation piercing on my left ear. No tattoos, even though I’ve been drawing and planning tattoos since I was in college.
The big reason why I don’t follow through with any of these ideas, I’ve realized, is that I don’t think people would approve. My parents likely would not approve. My boss might not approve. My friends might not approve. Complete strangers on the street might not approve.
Who gives a shit about all that?
Me, apparently.
So, I’m gonna dye my fucking hair fucking pink because it’s my life, my body, and I don’t require anyone’s approval to live my life as I see fit.
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