I’ve been dying my hair since grade 6. When I was 12 my mom let me get blonde highlights put in and I’ve never looked back.
My hair history is kind of funny and even embarrassing. It wasn’t until my late teens/early 20s that I actually liked me hair! Between the ages of 11 and 13 my hair was a frizzy mess. I blame puberty entirely.
But when I was 14, and the frizz seemed to magically go away, I had a lot of fun with my hair. It’s been red, purple, pink, blue, green, turquoise, yellow, orange, brown, blonde, black, and many combinations. I’ve had long hair, no hair, short hair, big hair, bob cuts, bihawks and chelseas.
Needless to say, I’m not afraid to make big, bold changes when it comes to my hair.
And today, I’m going to share a timeline of my hair changes, the good and the downright fucking ugly.
Let’s go in chronological order.
Cole’s Hair History
Way, way back in the early 90s a freak was born with dirty blonde hair. (Plus, check out my ma’s perm!)
I’m the little blondie on the right. The brunette is my cousin, Alissa.
I had wavy hair until I turned 11 when my hair decided to become unmanageable and every day was a bad hair day.
In grade 7 my mom allowed me to dye my hair an unnatural colour for the first time. However, without my mom’s permission I dyed my entire head of hair purple, rather than the agreed upon streaks. So the purple hair did not stay. I didn’t even get a picture of it.
But my determination to look alternative in middle school prevailed, and so my frizzy locks were dyed a natural red and black, and the most embarrassing pictures of me ever were taken, including my grade 8 grad picture. Looking back, I really wish my mom had been more firm on saying no to my fashion choices.
I look like some creepy goth boy who was trying way too hard to look like Ozzy Osbourne, who I loved back then, so really I was just a creepy goth girl who was trying way too hard to look like Ozzy Osbourne.
From then until grade 9, my hair remained long, frizzy and brown.
But then, I decided to get my hair cut by myself for the first time. I took in a picture of the ever so stylish ’04 “emo” hairstyle, only to leave the salon with a mullet that more resembled Joe Dirt than the cute emo kid I was going for.
There was no saving my hair without cutting it all off, and at 14 I had never had really short hair and I was too scared to go for it. So my mom, who was willing to do anything to make me feel better, finally let me use bright hair dye.
See the girl with the lip ring and the cute mohawk? Yeah that’s not me. I’m the one with the awkward mullet.
While I waited for that awkward mullet to grow, grow, grow, I was finally allowed to do whatever I wanted with my hair and ended up dying it many colours. Until, finnnnally, it grew out.
When I was 15 I was really into horror-punk and super obsessed with the Misfits. I kept my hair a bright red, and teased it as high as I could. I also drew my eyebrows on and wore really dark eye makeup. During that time I took a lot of pictures now known as selfies, and ermagad, like a million webcam photos, for my many online accounts including LiveJournal, MySpace, Vampirefreaks and who knows what else. Back then we were taught not to share our personal info online and so I never used my last name, or else I’d probably be able to find those old accounts.
And I never say this, but I looked damn cute back then. Unfortunately, you’ll just have to take my word for it because those pics are all trapped on my old laptop which is broken. Until the day I finally take my hard drive in to rescue the lost years, this photo will have to do:
So 15 was when I finally enjoyed having hair. I was given a hair straightener for my birthday and found the best hairspray ever, Got 2 B Freeze Spray, and the best hair dye ever, Special Effects Hair Dye -Nuclear Red!
Eventually the whole creepy horror kid phase started to wear off, because I fell further into a different sub-genre of punk music known as anarcho punk. And voila! I got a bihawk. (These are also lost on my old laptop, so we’re all just gonna have to deal with the terrible photo quality.)
So get this, my mom hated my bihawk and it only lasted all of two weeks. But truth be told, I had never really wanted a bihawk; I wanted a chelsea. However, my parents told me that shaving most of my hair off would make me look ugly, but I didn’t care. I had to do it. So when I came home from March break with not one row of fanned hair, but two, my mom immediately booked an appointment at the salon to get it buzzed off and my beautiful plan landed me my dream hairstyle.
Being 16 was a weird time for me. My parents were going through their own drama and leaving me alone more and more, and I finally got the freedom I craved.
Eventually I grew my chelsea out into a pixie cut, and bleached it blonde.
It stayed like this for a few months until I decided to buzz it again. It was summer and I felt the need to have no hair. What can you do, right?
And then something magical happened; I dyed my hair black for the first time.
By autumn I had bought two wigs. Who knows why, but I loved wearing them out in public and anyone who didn’t know me already, or hadn’t seen me all summer, thought it was my real hair.
These guys are still my buds but I’m not sure they want their picture on here. So meet the masked weirdos.
By the end of 16 I went back to red. And fell in love with this guy.
At this point, you might be thinking, geeeez, are you done? The answer to that question is no. We’re only halfway.
By the time I turned 17, I found out I was pregnant, but being 17 and all, I kind of thought that as long as I dyed my hair outside in the fresh air it was okay so I went back to black. AND THE DAMN FRIZZ CAME BACK! I swear it’s caused by hormones.
And then I went purple for the second time, but this time it was allowed to stay.
And speaking of hair changes, check this guy out. Went from liberty spikes, to some kinda hippy weirdo, then got himself a sexy red mohawk 😉
Right after Sidney was born I dyed my hair red. Again.
Somewhere in between the red and the black I had brown hair. I felt weird having red hair as a teen mom, like I was already being judged enough and it made me feel awkward. That feeling only lasted about a year.
By 18 I had a black bob. Check out that digital camera, yo. MIRROR SELFIE. LOOKING GOOD, I KNOW!
Poor Nick had to shave off his mohawk for work, but then the guy who was known for his crazy hair fell in love with having no hair. I guess it all worked out in the end.
And then I turned 19 and got a chelsea again. Whhhaaaat?! Yeah, you know I did 😉
So those stilts are way harder than they look, and my daughter always cried whenever I tried to get a nice picture with her. It’s a wonderful life, man.
Moving on … to the time I shaved my head completely at age 20.
I grew it out right away, but in all honestly, I LOVED having no hair! One day, I’ll do it again. (Here are a few reasons you should shave your head at least once in your life!)
After that my hair was super boring for a while. I stopped getting it cut and it grew and grew and grew … Of course, there were a few awkward lengths, like the first time I met Sarah at work.
And dragged her out for her 19 bday to the only fun bar in KW, which is now closed, but back then retro night was the best! Except for Sarah getting hit on by older men. I think she secretly loved it though 😉
By my 25th birthday, in 2015, my hair was long and beeeeautiful. So beautiful I have to share 3 pictures!
After having a lot of hair for about a year or so, I got it cut and dyed the front purple.
Or at least I tried to and got it cut even shorter.
Which finally brings us to present time. My hair is medium length and black. For now…
What kind of crazy hairstyles have you had over the years?
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