As some of you may be aware from my previous post about hair bleaching disasters, my hair is never safe from my impulsive thoughts. And, even though I’d said that I wouldn’t dare dye my hair for another year after so many incidents in order to restore the damage I’d done to it over time, I just couldn’t help myself.
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In one spontaneous and overly-impulsive evenings, I thought it would be a good idea to bleach my hair three times, using a box bleach each time. Even worse, I then decided it would be a good idea to dye over it with directions hair dye. It would be fine, right?
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
To my credit, the first bleaching session barely damaged my hair at all. That was probably due to the coconut oil I’d generously applied to my hair the night before. In reality, I probably could have left it there; the only problem were a few brassy parts, which wouldn’t have mattered once I’d dyed over it. However, the perfectionist in me wanted to push further, to ensure I got as blonde as I possibly could before dying over it. What damage could it do?
As it turns out, this is where the mistakes started to occur.
It turns out the worst of the brassy sections were at the back of my hair, so I asked my twelve-year-old sister to lend a hand. Bare in mind she’d never touched bleach in her life, it’s no surprise that she didn’t do the greatest job. In fact, all that she seemed to do was damage my hair further instead of correcting the brassiness.
I wasn’t upset with my sister, and I figured she had to have done something to my hair, so I decided to sleep on it. However, when I woke up, I was still unsatisfied with the state of my hair. If I wasn’t a perfectionist I would’ve known better than to carry on, but alas, I cannot change what I am.
With that said, I continued on, bleaching it for the third, and thankfully, final time. I still wasn’t completely happy with the outcome, but the perfectionist side of me stepped aside and I realised I couldn’t possibly bleach it again without turning bald.
Even though I saw sense, it was too late, and my hair was irreparably damaged. I think my hair, as it stands at the time of writing this post, is something you’d see in a hairdressing advert about the dangers of home-bleaching/dying. If anyone wants photo evidence of this time in my life, hit me up! Honestly, you’ll be shocked.
However, it might be a relief to you all to know that I’ve finally learned my lesson about abusing my hair without considering it’s limits. I might protest against putting limits on people before they’ve had a chance to prove themselves, but doing the same with hair can have catastrophic consequences.
It’s simply luck that I over-processed my hair in a time where ombré hair is in fashion, so with a little bit of patience while it grows back, it shouldn’t look too bad. I’m definitely going to reflect on this post if the thought of bleaching my hair ever comes to mind again, though.
Have you ever made a fatal error when it comes to dying or bleaching your hair at home that you’ve grown to regret? I’d love to hear your experiences in the comments below!
Until next time,
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