I’ve been wanting to write this post on my hair evolution for a while now, but I always ended up posting something else. A few months ago, I gave myself the project of scanning all my family photos.
Digitalising all our photos was a huge task, and to be honest, some weekends I just couldn’t be bothered. With that said though, I finally did it ALL last weekend and I’m pretty proud of myself for doing it! I’ve also organised them all into folders, made sure that their dates and locations are correct and shared them with my family. You could say that my Google Photos library is pretty damn organised right now. 😝
In the process of doing this, I also uploaded some old photos I downloaded from my Facebook profile (side note: I’m officially off Facebook!) onto my library. As I was going through all of my old pictures, I was once again surprised by how different I looked. On top of that, seeing the growth of confidence shoot up as time went on (seemingly correlating to finally accepting myself!) Looking back now, I question every decision I made during that time… but then at the same time, I’m happy I went through all that to get to where I am now.
Today I wanted to share my hair evolution over the years, and showcase the growth that went with how I appeared on the outside. I found this fun to write and put together, I mean, what’s more fun than writing about embarassing phases? 😳
🌟 1996 – I was born this way
To give you a bit of history on my hair evolution, let me take you back to the early days. I was born with straight hair, that for some reason turned curly on a flight to the Philippines. My dad thought it was a good idea to shave off my hair to hopefully restore my straight hair (not that there is anything wrong with curly hair!) Apparently when I realised that my dad had done this, I turned scared of my own reflection. 😂
🍭 2000 – Curly wirly
Alas, my curly hair grew back and for the earlier days of my life this was my reality. It’s not that I didn’t like my curly hair, because some days I had beautiful ringlets that made me look like a cute (not creepy) doll. But most of the time, I had unmanagable bushy hair.
So that my hair wouldn’t drive me (and others) crazy, I had it up most of the time. There was one time at primary school where I let my hair down for the day because I thought it looked cute (big mistake.) But as I was sat at the front of the class, my hair (which at this point was doing it’s thing of going all over the place) was blocking people behind me. 😅
Because I apparently rembelled Tracy Beaker, kids didn’t hesitate to call me Tracy Beaker. Now I look back though, I loved Tracy Beaker so it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was.
🦄 2008/9 – where the phases begin
I was going through a strange phase of changing my hair almost every single week. At first, it was just following random hair tutorials on YouTube from updos, braids to cutting a fringe (which, by the way, with curly hair was the worse decision ever!) 😂 During this phase, I went through 3 main obsessions:
In 2009, I had the chance to go visit The Philippines where my mum took me to a hair salon to get my hair chemically straightened (also known as ‘rebonding‘.) This was where I first learned that this procedure actually existed! When I returned to the UK, my hair was silky, smooth and straight. As someone who had grown up hating her curly hair, this was such a big deal to me!
Dying my hair
My dad explicity told me not to dye my hair. But being influenced by main stream media (and who am I kidding? Lots of k-pop 🤪), I fell into the rabit hole of changing my hair colour. And… I think the pictures pretty much speak for themselves.
I also followed the ombré trend.
Then obsessed with being blonde, so ended up experimenting by dying my whole head with the ombré drugstore hair dye.
Hiding my forehead
Being a confused teen who had no real idea of self-love, I decided quite early on that I hated every aspect of how I looked. It is sad thinking about how I used to view myself, but I’m so glad that I’m out of that mindset now!
One of my biggest insecurities was my forehead, so when I learned how to hack away at my hair from blurry YouTube videos, I got myself a fringe (or ‘bangs’ if you’re American!)
Because I couldn’t run away from the fact that my curly hair will always be there (from new growth), I was using heat on my hair almost everyday to maintain my fringe resulting in over an hour to get ready. I also loved experimenting with hairstyles so some days, I straightened my hair only to curl it for step 2.
🌈 2014 – lets get even more creative
You can imagine the texture of my hair eventually became straw-like with all the changing hair colours, heat and styling it went through every day. By the time I finished school, my hair was just a haystack.
Becoming more aware and perhaps more mature as I approached university, I decided to cut as much of the dead hair as I could! This led me to rocking a short curly bob (the curls were my natural hair.)
I actually slowly embraced my natural curls, but still did some serial hair-dying, damaging my hair further.
Hair like Beyoncé, please?
Up until this point, I always used drugstore hairdye but as soon as I started working part-time and earning my own money, I decided to go to a proper hair salon who could do it for me.
And that’s when I got my hair bleached for the first time. I’ve always loved Beyoncé’s hair colour, so I showed them a few reference photos and off they went, destroying one strand at a time. 😬
I loved it when I walked out of the salon, I thought my hair looked incredible even though when you touched it, it felt like each strand would fall off. When it was back to my natural curls, I thought the style didn’t suit the colour at all.
And I swear in some lighting, my hair looked green. 😂
Well, that was a terrible idea.
That blonde phase only lasted a few months. I went back to a darker brown colour, but with everything I did to my hair up to this point, it was lifeless and screaming to be cared for!
I then went for a chop because the ends were horrible. It didn’t make much of a difference because I was still using heat on it everyday.
☁️ Late 2016 – simplyfying
So, in this phase, I decided to let my hair grow out completely. I vowed that the last time I would dye my hair was this one… to go back to my roots.
Around this time, I also met my dear friend and hairstylist, Jing. She was the only hairdresser that had heard of the practice of rebonding, and so after I gave my hair some breathing room, I reached out to her to straighten my locks. This was mainly because I wanted to reduce my hair maintance time to less than 5 minutes, and curls required a little more maintance compared.
Alongside that, I began my journey of positive habits, self-love and acceptance. 😊
💜 2019 – Today
I haven’t dyed my hair since 2016!
After years of dying my hair at least once a month since I was 14, this is still a pretty big deal to me. I have now fallen in love with my natural colour (dark eyes, dark hair 🥰) and the simplicity of waking up and not thinking about anything else but brushing my hair. 😂
My hair is no longer haystack stuck to my head, but shiny, healthy locks that is treated well.
I’d like to one day rock my natural curls again, but at the moment, I love my long, straight hair (still done by Jing) I think the length and style frames my face a lot better than any other style I’ve ever had.
Get him outta ya hurr*
*What a Little Mix banger
It might seem a little cheesy to link my crazy hair phases to personal growth, but it truly is a great example of exactly that! Behind all the hair and excess make-up (which has also simpified) back then was someone insecure with herself.
That is totally different now, and I think you’d agree that yesssss girl, it shows. 😉