Sep 7, 20182 min read

That Road to Becoming a Blonde Baddie 💦

Taking risks has always seemed fun, at least in my head. And although it may seem like going blonde really wasn’t a huge deal, it was all a part of the process of me learning to live my best life.

Listen (or read in this case), for a girl like me who just started wearing shorts out yesterday, blonde hair was quite a move!

Over the past two years I have been gradually changing; finally coming to grips with the fact that “YOLO” is a factual acronym with hella meaning behind it.

Stressed and drenched with ’To- Do’ list out of my derriere, my anxiety was getting so bad. My emotions were every where suga! I mean, honey suga boo boo child, your girl was miserable!

Unfortunately, a piece of that anxiety occupies my inner being still because like most young adults, I haven’t figured out life yet, figured out how to stop worrying about how my future will be, or even found a way to cash in bigger checks.

Familiar with that awkward space in between being a whole self proclaimed boss and the former life you once lived as a naive young adult? Yeah, that one. I would say I am currently in that realm right now. That “space” is what made me decide to spend my last $42.37 on this blonde hair piece.

I was SO TIRED of being lively personality wise and not expressing that same energy aesthetically.

I can’t describe the levels of irritation I would feel when I stopped myself from LIVING my best life due to me not depicting myself- both physically and figuratively-how I truly wanted to or by not speaking my truth to the heavens. I was stuck in that “be nice… be mindful… and be kind” mentality that most young girls are conditioned to have. I needed to be BOSSED up.

I aspired to be the kind of woman that could speak eloquently with powerful undertones, so much so that people would want to listen to what the hell I had to say… and then turn around and look flawless for the Gram! I mean, can I get an Amen!

Point is, I aspired to inspire that former young Melissa in me to not give a flying fuck. Not about what fear she had or about the judgements of others and so on.

Now I’m not saying I’m degrees different than who I was two years ago, I am just saying that I refuse to be the reason my life didn’t go the way I wanted it to.