"I want to be as blonde as Draco Malfoy," were the words that used to leave my mouth at hair appointments back in the day. I was obsessed with achieving the brightest, iciest, cool-toned, bleach blonde hair, and each appointment, I'd want more. The funniest thing about this all, however, was that even at the time, I wasn't sure it looked good on me. I was just caught in an ongoing loop that meant I was scared to try anything different or return to my 'dreaded' natural colour, which I thought was boring.
When I was in my twenties, there was something about being mega-blonde that I considered synonymous with feeling attractive and confident. But that's so out of tune with how I feel today.
