Personal Narrative: Under-Layer Of Blue
It all started when I let a stylist cover my hair in 40 volume bleach. “Let” is the wrong word, I was 15, in the suburbs of Philadelphia, and essentially knew nothing. All i knew was that i wanted to be BLONDER—similar to what my hair looked like when I was about 4 years old. It had been the hay day of emo kids, and when my natural golden locks weren’t really doing anything to help my Myspace photos, I had decided to add red highlights, then chopped it, then blonde highlights with an under-layer of black. Now it was time for more. Needless to say, my catholic school wasn’t too happy about this, but I had already received the punishment of a year’s worth of lunch and recess at the principals office, so there wasn’t much more they could do.
If you don’t know what 40 volume bleach does to hair, think about putting an Ellio’s pizza in the oven at 350 degrees and leaving it in overnight. If you’ve never done that, (I have, along with leaving one single mozzarella stick in the oven over night), the “pizza” turns into a black brick. To put it simply, I now use 10-15 volume bleach on my hair. 40 was batshit crazy! Totally unnecessary. Anyway, I don't really remember the dramatic details of what happened after that. All I know is that my previously shoulder length hair was now a bob ending at my chin, with serious chemical bangs. It was a disaster.
If you don’t know what 40 volume bleach does to hair, think about putting an Ellio’s pizza in the oven at 350 degrees and leaving it in overnight. If you’ve never done that, (I have, along with leaving one single mozzarella stick in the oven over night), the “pizza” turns into a black brick. To put it simply, I now use 10-15 volume bleach on my hair. 40 was batshit crazy! Totally unnecessary. Anyway, I don't really remember the dramatic details of what happened after that. All I know is that my previously shoulder length hair was now a bob ending at my chin, with serious chemical bangs. It was a disaster.