Two days ago, I bleached my hair. Because I felt like it. Do I seriously need a valid reason? "Why did you do that?" It's like asking somebody why he would pierce his ears or change the paint of his wall room. For the impressions btw, the moms don't like it. My lover's mother says it's not pretty and my mother thinks I look like a delinquent. It's fine with me. My sister and lover like it, as I do.
I still need some time to familiarize with such pale hair (and I was actually aiming paler at first), but I gotta admit it feels awesome. I was used to see transparent black curtain on the side. Now the curtains are lightened up like it's always daylight.
It's homemade, like I always do. Homemade always has its risk. This bleaching had the option of waiting 20 - 40 mins. I stopped after half an hour. At first it looked like I failed terribly, I had dark spot here and blond there. But it didn't matter to me. I expected I will be getting out of the toilet with everybody crying around me. It's hair... they will get over it. When it dried though, it looked uniform and spread.
I don't have a proper camera but thats what for now (photo above); sry for the facebookstyle angle lol
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