Being a natural blonde is not fun, is not cheap and
is a hell of a lot of upkeep.
This topic is a favourite that is always discussed
between myself and Andrea, the girl who tints my eyelashes every four
weeks. "I was just walking around the house and my boyfriend told me I
was starting to resemble a ghost,” said Andrea the last time I saw her.
I myself have had something of a similar nature
said to me. Flashback to last year when I’m rocking jet-black hair and about 3
weeks of regrowth to go along with it. "Are you going grey? It looks like
you're going grey,” said the guy I had been dating for about a month at the
time. The same guy who thought that The Wedding Singer, one of my favourite
movies, was an 80's movie. I now use this question to gauge possible dates of
their potential. No I wasn't going grey, I just had blonde regrowth. Naturally
my hair, much like my skin, is very fair so having such light coloured regrowth
next to jet-black hair made my natural blonde strands look translucent. Like
the guy I was dating, the dark hair was just too much up keep and I started
going back to blonde hair to help save on hairdressing costs.
Then there is the eyelash tinting. Oh good god, the
eyelash tinting and the excruciating pain that comes along with it if you don't
find yourself an excellent beauty technician. The first time I tried it, so
much dye leaked into my eye that I couldn't see out of my left eye for three
hours and I had to drive home temporarily blinded. But I found Andrea, also a
natural blonde who understands my beauty struggles, and we have formed a
uniting blonde bond ever since. Then there is the makeup disadvantage as well.
For years I could never master liquid liner on my upper lash line, it would
always look gappy and terrible. Then after an up close inspection with an iPhone
torch and my bathroom mirror I discovered it wasn't my skills that were lacking
in the winged liner department, but the fact that the base of my lashes were completely
blonde, while the rest of my lashes were jet black. So blonde that it would
create a gap between the liner and my lashes causing it to look strange. That
was the day I took up eyelash tinting. And don't forget the eyebrow
tinting as well. Otherwise you'll end up walking around looking like Frankenstein’s
monster, all forehead and no brow definition.
I often wonder what the world would look like
without body modification. No plucking, waxing, tinting, dyeing and just our
natural selves. Would it be scary or refreshing? The beauty world is starting
to take a turn towards a more natural standard of beauty. Think bushy brows,
natural tone hair colours and barely there make up. The problem with the trend
of barely there makeup is the barometer of which it is measured on. As they
say, four successional screen shots of an amazing TV show say a thousand words:
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Without all the wonders of beauty tweaking, I would
be walking around half the time looking like Casper the Friendly Ghost. But at
least I’d be friends with Hilary Duff, so that helps compensate just a
smidge. It is so easy as a blonde to look washed out and like you've been
stuck in bed with the flu for 2 weeks. I wish I were a natural brunette, so damn much.
They have to perfect colouring to pull off any look that they please. Oh well,
the grass is always greener on the other side isn't it?
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