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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.
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