Back in high school I begged my mother to let me dye my hair to look like Courtney Cox’s hair in Scream 2. No joke. This was one of my biggest desires in life at the time. Eventually, I talked her into this idea. Red streaks. I was so excited. She informed me that I could do it as long as it wasn’t like blood red. The funny part of this is because my hair is super brown, almost black, in order for the dye to show up it had to be brightened and looked blood red. My cousin and I made jokes about how red my hair would be when really it was the perfect shade of red. A brown and red mixture that looked more like black and red. I happened to think it was the best thing ever.
After a while, I let the red grow out. I also let my hair grow out. For years I kept my hair so long that I would make two braids and pull those into a ponytail to remain cool. I have to admit if I ever allow my hair to get that long again that is how I would maintain my hair. This made the curls and waves easier to tolerate and less painful to brush. And almost three years ago around tax season, I decided I was keeping enough money out to go to a salon and get a haircut and my hair streaked. I had no idea what I truly wanted besides red streaks once more and for most the inches to go as far away as possible.
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