I was scrolling through Pinterest at midnight and decided I needed to be a ‘cool-toned platinum blonde.’ My natural hair is jet black. Instead of going to a professional, I bought three boxes of the cheapest bleach I could find. By 2 AM, I didn’t look like a Nordic goddess—I looked like a highlighter. My hair was a neon, traffic-cone orange that glowed in the dark. I had to wear a beanie to my brother’s wedding, and yes, it was in the middle of July.
The “I Can Do It Myself” Dye Job
