Tomorrow I embark on a new journey. I venture into the often underrated world of the brunette. I am saying goodbye to my inner Marilyn and introducing the world to my new attitude - a- la- JLo. Why you ask, am I trading in sun kissed perfection for a more sultry look? Why would I mess with a good thing (god she is vain), because friends, being a blonde is hard work.
Every 6 weeks I look in the mirror and realize that my blonde locks are now a shade or two greener than intended. I have an inch of mousy brown part splitting my head in two. I look washed out by 3 pm when my bronzer has all but vanished- tanning nothing now but the white shirt I am wearing. I look less like Barbie and more like...well...anemic. So, tomorrow I will march into the salon. I will slap the photo of JLo on the sink counter and demand to be brunette-a-fied. I will ignore the wary glare I am sure to get as she looks me up and down and can't help herself from smirking at the thought of my looking like a Latina pop star. She will then look at my ass as I walk to the chair and think- Actually, she may be able to pull this off.
So I say my bitter-sweet goodbyes to my blonde days. I look forward to being taken more seriously (who is she kidding), but know I will miss the occasional rubber necker. I look forward to not having to spend money that I don't have to satisfy my own vanity yet I will miss the stigma that comes with blond locks.
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