A story of a brunette, told by a blonde

As you fellow blondes out there know, changing your hair color can be as scary as getting a tattoo. Why we are so attached to our golden locks? who knows. But something about it is slightly, well terrifying! For years I have been talking about taking the plunge and giving my strands some chocolate lovin' and go brown!

It literally took me over 2 years to actually get the guts to do it, and finally I did.

On February 11th, I celebrated my twentieth birthday, I guess you could say I felt older, more mature, and was ready to say goodbye to the look I have had since 9th grade. I

suddenly felt empowered and knew it was time. So February 12th, I died my hair brown.

Sitting in the chair as I saw my platinum blonde streaks rapidly change itself, I had a mini panic attack.

I was FREAKING out. What if its horrible? what if I hate it?

But as my hair stylist blew out the last strand and the look was complete, I was jumping out of my skin I was so excited!

I felt like this whole new person. I looked more mature, older, and someone that people would take a bit more serious then the platinum blonde.

Also I felt something I haven't really felt before, sexy!

I found myself looking at my reflection over and over, not in vanity but just shocked to see that I didn't even recognize the girl staring back.

Now out of the salon how do I like the hair? Im still in love, I just feel like the brown hair really brought out the true me.

Is that lame to say a hair color can do that?

So my lula mae readers, never fear if change is near! Change is what makes life exciting, and who knows, you might like the change more then where you started!

x0x0,

the newly brunette lula mae blogger :)

I'll let you be the judge..the brunette me..or the blonde?