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Why NOT to Dye Your Hair at Age Twelve
I was staring at my face in the mirror one morning, when I came to the conclusion, that all my current problems could be blamed on my hair.
I was staring at my face in the mirror one morning, when I came to the conclusion, that all my current problems could be blamed on my hair.
It used to be a pretty shade of blonde, but in a cruel twist of fate, the closer I got to becoming a teenager, the darker and more mousy brown my hair got.
I was certain entering my teen years in such a state, would be hair suicide.
From Lonely to the Life of the Party
The next morning over a bowl of King Vitamin cereal (like he was really a king) I addressed the problem with my mom.
She responded to my dilemma the same way she always did, by smiling and saying, “You’ll be fine. It’s all a part of growing up.”
Well, that thought made for sweet sentiment, but it never really solved any of my problems.
Then the answer to my problem came to me, one Saturday morning while watching an episode of American Bandstand.
