Session 2: After
Ta-da! I am now fully platinum blond. If it were any lighter, my hair would be clear.
To say I was in love with my new hue color would be a staggering understatement. Everyone I knew, upon seeing me for the first time after my transformation, was astounded — honestly, I've never seen so many dropped jaws in my life. I could really get used to being marveled at.
What was even better than other people's reactions was how being blond made me
feel. It gave me a brand-new confidence and driving force that has been leading
me to make gutsier decisions, at least aesthetically. Now I shop with a fresh perspective and choose pieces that will complement my hair, which results in outfits that are inherently edgier and more creative. For example? A long rosé pink slip dress with a black leather moto jacket and black booties. I would never have considered such a confectionary color with my regular black hair.
Cooler outfits aside, my new blond mane had a more fundamental effect on me: it made me feel less like one in a million — or 4.3 billion, to be exact. With so many Asians inhabiting this Earth, it feels distinctly and delightfully aberrant to be a platinum blond Asian. Did you know that two synonyms for "special" in Merriam-Webster are "fair-haired" and "white-headed"? True story.