Fun fact: I actually wrote my college admissions essay on being a blonde Asian.
Well, actually, it was more like I wrote about my experience being Asian while growing up in an almost all-white town and in an all-white family, and how that dysphoria manifested itself in wanting to change my appearance…but blonde Asian is a more succinct summary.
Anyway, if you couldn’t tell by my photos already, I recently bleached my roots! And if you couldn’t tell by the bright white of the top of my head, maybe you can tell by my broken, frazzled ends that I’m trying desperately to hide behind my back?
For real, I’ve been blonde(ish…it actually started out as more of an orange that I rocked for a month or two) for over a year now, and my hair’s definitely beginning to show it. Once upon a time, I had long, strong, healthy, and stereotypically black Asian hair, that practically needed to be washed twice a day to keep it from getting overly greasy.
Now, I have to be careful not to wash it much more than twice a week to keep it from getting overly dry.
Still, I don’t know if I’d trade my blonde hairs for the healthy brunette hairs of yesteryear. I rather like being blonde – I get a lot of attention for it, I’m sure largely in part to the whole “blonde” and “Asian” bit not typically going together.
One day I will have to dye my hair back to a normal color, chop off the broken ends, and return to life as a brunette, but as Aragorn from Return of the King said at the Black Gate, “it is not that day!”
Top and skirt: Hollister