// This is My Hair // I Don't Wear Wigs //

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Men's hair, much like a lot of other things for men, can be weak, limp and lifeless (I dare you to find out where that statement was from. Say it in a Geordie accent and you might get it). And much like anything to do with men’s fashion and style, I try to do the complete opposite of what we should follow. Who wants to look like everyone else? I know I sure as hell don’t. 

I had been growing my hair for a while; letting my Egyptian curls dominate my life for months on end. Yes this got annoying at times with countless products used and thinking about when I could wash my hair calculating hours to the t of what I should do to my hair for a certain event, party, occasion. Shall I be curly? Straight? Wavy? Slick back? The options were endless which was exciting and gave me another thing to think about when getting ready. On the flip side, it gave me another thing to think of when getting ready!! I already enough to think about as it is! You can’t win with me. So it was time for a change.

I was approached by a hair stylist who gave me a great deal and I jumped on that mo fo like there was no tomorrow. 

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And this is how it went:

Step 1: Bleach

Now with this, you have to aim to achieve the Side-show Bob look.  If you don’t get this part right, you’re doomed

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Step 2: Bleach Again

For the second bleach if you don’t feel like the wrath of Satan taking a steamy hot turd on your head, you’re definitely not going to get the result you want. Remember, beauty is pain, pain is beauty. Trust, I still kept smiling while I could feel the top of my head slowly burn and my soul being tormented by philosophical theories of what pain truly is. Does the body rule the mind or does the mind rule to body, I really did NOT know! 

 

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 Step 3: Colour

After the pain was washed out, using very cold water, we applied the colour. A lovely grey tone; the whole reason why I did this in the first place. My dreams of being a Silver Fox were nearing, beating Mother Nature to the punch.

 
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After 3 hours of pain one deserves to take a few selfie’s to document this procedure. Consider it an act of selflessness to explain to everyone.

Selfie 1: Crazy Scientist:

 Selfie 2: Slutty bitch in heels

 Selfie 3: The summer bae

 

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Selfie 4: The BAB. Boss Ass Bitch.

After a week of not really wanting to touch my scalp in fear that my whole head would fall off, I finally got my ass to a hairdresser, washed my hair a few times and this is now the end result.