by NATALIA JASTRZAB
I spent the first seventeen years of my life dressed and groomed immaculately. And I mean IMMACULATELY. I went to school, I went to ballet class, I went to play at friend’s houses looking like I’d just stepped out of the pages of an exceptionally glossy magazine about Perfect Children. Never was there a hair out of place or a shirt untucked.
It was partly the result of living with my grandmother, who still seems to get heart palpitations every time she imagines me looking less than presentable. In her ideal world she would be allowed to actually chase me around, smoothing down the hair I’ve perfectly teased and backcombed into a messy ponytail for my Saturday night out.
My good grooming was also partly due to attending a strict Catholic all girls school, where any kind of self-expression in the form of jewellery, nail polish or elaborate hairstyles was strictly discouraged and policed.
And so I spent my formative years with my hair in two neat braids, or in a nicely brushed ponytail. I never bought a bottle of nail polish and I didn’t even look at jewellery unless it was school formal season. When a non-approved bracelet was cause for several detentions, it really wasn’t worth the risk.
But underneath my well-groomed exterior, I secretly pined for the glamorous world of mess and rebellion. I always wanted to go to Bali and come back with my hair braided and beaded like the girls next door. I always wanted to dye sections of my hair pink and rock it like one woman at my bus stop. In my world of black school shoes and mossy green blazers, colourful was a whole land of fun I couldn’t even begin to comprehend.
When I finally started university, it took me a really long time to get over the novelty of the idea that I could wear WHATEVER I wanted and NOBODY cared. I dyed the ends of my hair pink and purple and curled it so that it sat around my shoulders in a gorgeous wave of colour. I got hair feathers the minute that they were released in hair salons in Sydney. I started off with pink feathers but I think I’m going to go back and get something even more extreme next time. Maybe neon beads, considering that neon is trend of the moment.

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There was one day at uni that I decided to be a punk rocker. I wore my skinny jeans, my brother’s oversized t-shirt, black wristbands and eyeliner. The next day, I turned up in a bright red tutu skirt with white converse and opaque tights. I loved the fun, I loved the freedom, I loved the creativity, and I loved wearing bright blue eyeliner and glitter on my cheeks whenever I felt like it. And quite possibly, I looked like I’d just escaped from the lunatic asylum and gone on a rampage through Supre with some bikers.
These days, I have a lot less time on my hands during the week and so I keep it pretty basic. But my happy place is my bathroom on a Saturday night, with the music blasting, my curling iron heating up and my make-up cabinet open. I pull out the glitter hairspray and the hair bobbles and think about that poor twelve-year-old in the boring ponytail and minimal jewellery collection. That girl is really, really far away now.
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i’ve had 2 cringeworthy styles.
when i was 11 i had long, very thick, straight dark brown hair down past my shoulders, it was constantly getting knotted and took my mum forever to do of a morning, so when we went to a family hairdresser for a ‘trim’ i ended up with a bowl hair cut UP TO MY EARS!!!! i cried a lot as i was always confused as a boy.
2nd time my now regrown hair was so thick and heavy that you couldn’t do anything with it, dead straight ABBA style hair. beautiful looking back
for dancing eisteddfords the other girls would girl their hair the morning of or the evening before, i had to do mine 2-3 days before, and by the end of the receital, my hair would be straight again. so it was suggested that i put a bit of a bodywave in my hair. my hair liked the chemicals a bit too much and i ended up with an afro. combs would break off in my hair. i looked like the shaggy dog from the Dulux commercials.
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1985, I had the most perfect Lady Di cut, which I absolutely hated. I was 14 and really wanted a Farrah Fawcet flip. Looking back at pictures it really was a great style on my young self.
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As an Asian kid, I had the bowl haircut, you know, the one where it looks like your mum stick a bowl on your head and trimmed the excess off. I longed for long, curly hair. Finally at 18, hair grew long enough for a perm, off I went to the hairdresser. This was in the 80s, I wanted a spiral permand had really thick hair. After the hairdresser had applied lots of lotion later, I came out looking like one of the Jackson 5. My dad just took one look at me and laughed and started calling me Androcles. That’s very obscure and is typical of my dad making a dad joke. It’s for the lion, in the George Bernard Shaw play, Androcles and the Lion. Didn’t dare perm my hair again until last year when I discovered the ‘digital perm’ made popular in Korea, gives you very natural curls. finally had my childhood dream fulfilled.
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I have very, very thick and curly hair. I can’t do much with my hair at all. Straightening it takes over an hour, and just isn’t practical to do on a regular basis. And as for hair cuts, layered and longish is all that I can do. Bor-ing!
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Worst hairstyle was on my wedding day. AND the hairdresser made me 30 mins late for the wedding! Almost a Bridezilla moment there!
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When I was growing up, all I ever wanted was to be like ‘Madeline’ (you know the animated childrens show about 12 little girls who live with Miss Clavel in Paris?). Well I dreamed of being like Madeline, a young, confident girl with a short red bob hairstyle. But alas, it was never meant to be! Haha
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There was a girl in primary school who had the most amazing braids through her hair. I so wanted her hair. Or her mother to do my hair. But all I had was boring old ponytails everyday. Not even a ribbon or a butterfly clip
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Be careful what you wish for! I had dead straight hair as a child and always wanted beautiful curls. In the eighties & nineties I paid to get my dream hair, the permed bob a-la Belinda Carlisle/Madonna look. (tragic I know) in the naughties I embraced the straightener and the joy of dead straight locks. THEN I hadn’t darling son and everything changed. I now have wild, untamable, curly “wild woman” hair! and I hate it!!! So it’s like the old Chinese proverb be careful what you wish for came true in this instance
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I just wish I’d had hair as a child…apparently didn’t get a hair cut until I was 7yrs old!
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How long was your hair?!
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I had a perm in the 80′s to give my fine curly hair some volume. However, my hairdresser either had other plans for me OR my hair ‘took’ too well. I ended up looking like a Shirley Temple impersonator gone wrong. Her response was that I didnt look anything at all like Shirley Temple.
For the follwoing few months, she would smile and say hello when I saw her out and a out: I just gave her dirty looks.
I never went bak to her…..
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I have short hair, and once I over-blonded it. I looked like Jason Akermanis. Freak me out! No girl wants to look like Jason Akermanis!!
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My hair is curly and has a cow lick in the front. When I was five years old my mother took me to the hairdresser to have my long hair cut and the my fringe trimmed straight. It took the hairdresser an awful long time to get the fringe and length exactly straight as it was always tricky with the cow lick and curls! Anyway finally it was a success and we headed home.
Mum began dinner and I must have been terribly bored or inspired by my visit to the hairdresser as I found a pair of scissors and began to do a few “improvements” to my newly styled hair! Mum caught me, but all to late, as I had chopped a large piece out of my fringe (yes the one that was so hard to get straight!) and I now looked ridiculous. I have never seen mum so mad at me as she did this day. The look on her face and her anger will stay with me forever…thankfully the haircut didn’t!!!!
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The Sunday before my first year 12 exam on the Monday morning, my younger sister and I decided that we would do some freestyle ‘streaks’ in my mousey brown hair with some blonding cream I had bought from the supermarket the day before. It was 1988.
Sitting on the edge of our pink bath, my sister took to my head with the blonde cream, eventually losing patience at taking individual strands and randomly covering them with the cream (imagine how THAT would have turned out?). So she just rubbed the whole tube into my head.
And we waited.
In a crucial stuff up (and attempt to hide what we were doing from Mum) we had ripped up the packaging (including instructions) and binned them so we really didnt know how long to leave the cream on.
We guessed. Oh God how we guessed.
After a good 45 mins my sister put a towel around my neck (even at 15 she wasnt below living out her hairdresser fantasy) and started to rinse my hair in the shower.
I could see her eyes. Her pupils started to dilate and a nervous laugh came out her mouth.
“WHATS WRONG?” I asked her. She said to me “well you know how when you wet your hair, it goes dark?”
“Yes”
“well…its kind of…white”.
I looked in the mirror. She was wrong. It wasnt white. It had a tiny hint of pale yellow in it.
My very dark eyebrows looked horrendous against my white hair. I started to freak out. I blame what happened next on my altered mind state at the time.
She convinced me to cut open the tube and scrap out what cream was left to do my eyebrows.
I turned up to my year 12 exams looking like an Albino. At my year 12 formal, not 2 weeks later, even a couple of toners from the hairdresser couldnt tame the total f#ckup that was my hair.
And I never. EVER. let my sister near me again!
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I think Mariska Hargitay (from Law and Order SVU) has such nice hair! She suits all styles. I wish I could pull off her hair.
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As 13 yr old girl in the mid eighties with kind of curly hair I longed desperately for the ridiculously cool spiral perm. I begged my mother who at the time was my hairdresser for my bum length hair. I was also an avid dancer ( I went on to have a dance career so i was very very serious) this was one excuse mum used to convince me not to do this thing to my hair. It almost worked I imagined the difficulty in putting it up in a bun for classes five nights and a whole day a week. It seemed mums logic that to spend all that money for a hairstyle I could only really enjoy at school and on Sunday was going to stop me. But then my BFF came to school with her glorious think hair in an amazing spiral perm, well that was it. I told my mum very calmy that I really thought it was a good idea so she booked me into James Duffy for my new hair. I was new to this hairdresser thing so I may not have been incredibly clear but after what felt like and eternity of looking at myself in a mirror. They pulled out the rollers and I was quite frankly horrified but I refused to admit it even when my mum saw it and was as horrified I told herr I liked it. Knowing full well that I was not allowed to wash I for 2 days I was going to see Bros that night with my mum and my sister. Never before was a hat worn with such gusto. On Sunday night I washed my hair and under the instruction of my sisters friends from our ballet school I got a comb and when it was wet I pulled my hair as far away from me head as I could. The next morning I was happier I had pulled it out to my shoulders and it was sitting in awkward sausage curls and I continued with this hair and a bandana. Eventually I conned my mum into chemically straightening it, then as my hair grew out the dead straight bits looked really really special with my curly-ish roots and three cow licks. That was first of many hair disasters, one day I’ll tell you all about the day I was left in bleach for 4 hours under the hair dryer.
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The worst was when I let my mother , who couldn’t cut a fringe straight, perm my hair!! I was 14. NEVER , EVER, did I let her touch my hair again.
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I once saw ” the ponytail haircut” demonstrated on morning television, thought it looked great on the model! The answer to my flat hair!! So off I went to the bathroom to give myself one before going to work, I ended up looking like a toddler had taken to my hair with a kitchen knife!!
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I am a drag queen and I had the worst hair style. I had the worst back, sack and crack wax ever. The stylist left me with a strip that went from my balls to my clacker!
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1987. Wanted a spiral perm. Hairdresser set the timer then went out the back and didn’t hear the timer go off. I didn’t call out to her (??!!) so I had an extra 10 minutes with the burnie burnie perm solution on my scalp. I looked like Leo Sayer, when I’d been trying for Nicole Kidman.
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When I first started school, I was terrible at getting out of bed on time and mum and I used battle it out over brushing my hair. Every. Morning.
Mum would always threaten to cut off my loooooong hair if i didn’t start giving her enough time to brush it in the morning….and then one day she did!
I spent my entire childhood desperately trying to grow my hair back
I still haven’t forgiven my mum!!
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I went to a private school too and was forever being told to restrain my epic ‘Alanis Morissette’ long curly ‘do. I longed for freedom!!!
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I love your name Alanis.
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I once told the hairdresser I wanted hair like Ariel. She laughed, and went ahead and did my usual 1-inch-off-and-nothing-more cut. I didn’t know how to tell her I was being serious.
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I so wanted Farah Fawcett’s hair.
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Me too!
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So did I, I`d stand in front of the mirror with the blowdryer for hours, trying to get that perfect flip
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It was the year of the sydney 2000 Olympics, I was young and impressionable. I had a neat mane of mousey brown just below the shoulders number, but decided it would be nice to add some texture. I envisioned a halo of cascading waves, with bounce and body. Unfortunatly, my hairdresser could not understand me, or read my mind? So she went about Perming my 20 yr old, youthful crop. Sitting, reading, smelling that perming solution- I was excited about what was brewing under all the rods and paper. Time for the basin and the relief of taking out perming rods could only be compared to giving birth to my first child- thank god that was OUT! As I walked to the seat I caught a glimpse of what I liked to repeatedly say to the hairdresser as ‘I have Michael Hutchence Hair!’ She did not quite understand. Plus Michael had nice hair for the 80′s and for a MAN! She tried to blow dry and satisfy me, but to no avail. I now had to endure it till it fell out, I would attach a lovely pic for comparison, but I am not that computer savvy- so I would suggest googling Michael Hutchence and envisioning his hair on a 20 yr old girl- yeah…wasn’t pretty, sorry Mick:-(
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MAde my day. FUnny!
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‘I have Michael Hutchence Hair!’ HAHAHAHA
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It was Summer holidays 1982 and I was heading to High school the following year – my hair in its natural state is very thick, curly, and extremely frizzy – it was long and bushy but the length was a plus for my hair type as this was before hair products were all the rage…
Princess Diana was the young bride of the future King and I was totally smitten with her and of course I had to have her elegant haircut so off I went with a few pictures of her hairstyle and came back with the most disastrous haircut ever!!
I cried all afternoon and ended up having short hair for about two years because trying to grow it out was a total nightmare! Thank god for the late 80’s and boofy curly hair styles!! I was all the rage!
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I hated my short hair when I first got it cut. it was the shock of looking so different. Totally totally threw me and I cried for days.
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I wanted to be blonde, fun-loving, exciting and sexy. Not the mousy, serious, studious brunette I was. I bought a bottle of straight peroxide from the pharmacy and did a home bleach job for the Dire Straits concert that night. It was 1981 and I was 14. I made no attempt to rinse the peroxide out. Three months later my long hair was breaking off in great clumps. I looked like a reverse skunk. Black stripe and white fur. I went to the hairdresser and had my head shaved. That was very unusual for the time but, still it took me a couple of weeks to work out why the elderly customers at the supermarket where I worked as a student checkout operator were giving me treats when they paid for their groceries. The ladies thought I’d had chemo.
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Oh K-Pearl. This comment has made my Tuesday morning. Great!
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I was 18 late 1970`s and streaks and perms were really in. I had the streaks, loved them but then decided to have a perm a few weeks later. I came out of the hairdressing salon looked like an old aged pensioner on a bad hair day. My own silly fault. I went back a few days after and had a severe short cut and colour.All that money I wasted and the abuse I put my hair through makes me still shudder lol
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I was a child in the 60′s & my mother never let me grow my hair, it was always cut short like a boy
My two younger sisters ( 2 & 4.5 years younger) though had beautiful long hair that I used to braid for them for school. I longed for my own long hair that I could put in ponytails or plaits with ribbons but every time my hair had grown a bit my mum would haul me off protesting to the hairdresses! When I ask her now why she never let me have long hair she says because it wasn’t the fashion back then, but most of the girls at school had long hair! When I was a teenager I rebelled & grew my hair long for the first time. Since then it’s been mostly long because whenever I thought I wanted a change & got it cut there have always been tears & I’ve grown my hair straight away again. I’m in my 50′s now & still have long hair & I hate getting my hair cut at the hairdressers! My mother still nags me to get my hair cut short because I’m now too old to have long hair. I tell her it’s her fault I need to have it long because she psychologically traumatised me as a child by not letting me have long hair! I like going to the hairdressers to have my grays covered up though!
P.S I always wanted blonde hair when I was a teenager like all the surfie chicks! I didn’t feel like I belonged to the surfing tribe with dark brown hair! (I wanted blonde hair in my 20′s too but that turned into a hair disaster!)
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Im sure we had the same mother. Only separated by a decade (70s) and she forced my sister to have similar boyish haircuts. I too rebelled hair wise in my early teens and have had mum telling me since my 20s to cut it shorter.
I think her problem was that her super fine hair didn’t grow much past her shoulders, so she didn’t see why anyone else should have long hair.
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Yep, I have the same mother too.
70′s child. Made to have short hair. My sister and I looked like Lindy Chamberlian with our ‘page boy’ cuts as my mother so irritatingly called them. URGHH. I was very tall and was always mistaken for a boy.
When my own daughter came along I let her grow her hair as long as she wanted, delighted in her beautiful thick golden curls and loved nothing more than putting it up, putting ribbons in it and basically living out my childhood long hair fantasies through my daughter. Poor child. I was gutted the day she said she could do her own hair!
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All my girls have had super long hair as school kids. Miss 8 still has bum length hair now.
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I wanted long blonde curly hair, like a princess, or a barbie doll. I wanted it to flow and bounce behind me as I rode on my white horse.
Sadly for my dreams, I had straight brown brown brown hair, and my mother did not approve of horses, barbie dolls or fringes. She did approve of tight plaits.
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And big ribbons? My mum loved a big ribbon.
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I have brown mousy hair that isn’t straight and isn’t curly. All I want is Serena from Gossip Girl’s hair… a girl can dream right?
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I want her hair too!!!
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I don’t understand how this post is about Jols! I feel dumb….
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Have a look at the video – and check out the girl’s hair!
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Have a look at the video.
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This video is sooooooooooo funny!
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Love this post Nat. What a great topic because butterfly clips WERE MY JAM when I was a kid. I was completely and totally 110 % addicted to them. i used to wear 50 a day in my hair.
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Me too! I used to have dolphin clips too. I think I still have some lying around somewhere
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I agree about the purple horse. The video is kind of silly but also hilarious.
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I thought it was cute!
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LOVE the video. I always go for this kind of quirky advertising. It’s more interesting than the boring crap we see on TV all the time.
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Agreed, I actually watched the video! Was creative and yes loved the horse
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I always wanted dreadlocks until I learned you had to shave your head!!
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Haha. Love this. I had dreadlocks for 6 years.
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I liked them and then I saw a video where someone cut through one and it was all slimy inside – that put me off for life!
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My sister had dredlocks for almost a year and she didn’t hsve to shave them. Just lots of conditioner and a steel toothed comb! = 1 massive hairball! but…her hair came out looking just like it did pre dreads!
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Remeber hair fudge? I used to get jealous of the cool girls at school who would get in trouble for wearing it.
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I remember hair mascara! It was kind of stupid though.
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Yes! Me too! I had bright yellow hair mascara!
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OK… I know the post is about hair but the best bit about that advertisement is the talking purple horse. Can we have a post abuot that?
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YES!!!!!!!! When I was little I wanted a talking horse. Like Mr Ed! or that purple on in the ad wld have been jsut as good.
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Anyone else remember when the Williams sisters used to play tennis with their hair beaded? It was just like the girl in that Jols ad.
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I remember when one of them had her hair beads come out and they went all over the tennis court and I think they ended up fining her. Not sure if it was Sirina or Venus though.
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I remember this too. It was so stupid. I mean why play tennis with those things in your hair? It’s like those tennis players who wear lots of jewlry too. It makes no sense Youre playing sport for CHrists sake.
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I wish my mum could have braided. Little girls used to come to my primary school and all of them looked really pretty and cute with their hair done in braids and it was always so perfect. My mum couldn’t pull off a pony tail most days.
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As the little asian girl who went school every day with braided hair down both sides of her head? It isn’t all its cracked up to be.
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I wanted pink hair too!!!!!!!!
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I desperately wanted Bali braids. All my friends at school came back from overseas holidays with them and I thought they were the height of cool.
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I did too Jamillia!
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The braids were overrated. (I speak from experience.)
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I had the braids and they gave me such a headache I had to take them out after 2 days.
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Me too! Now I look back and I’m so glad my parents decided not to let me go with that trend. Haha
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This isn’t a childhood fantasy, but a current one. I was at a MAC counter once and the makeup artist had this beautiful pastel pink bob. It was sleek, blowdried, shiny, and PINK! Like fairy floss pink, but softer and more subdued. She had porcelain skin and black winged liner – it was an amazing look altogether. Ever since then, I have always, ALWAYS wanted pastel hair in a neat, chic bob. However, I don’t think I could pull it off and I don’t think I’d be taken seriously at work!
Umm, as for childhood, I was always a fan of Smashing Pumpkins and, more broadly, of early/mid 90s grunge/rock. The lead guitarist of Smashing Pumpkins had this iconic black and white striped hair which I thought looked incredible, haha. So I literally saved up and asked for the same style at Dollar Hair (which I don’t think is around anymore, probably quite rightly). Well, the black dye ended up running into the platinum foils and turning the whole thing into a grey mess. To add insult to injury, my body and scalp obviously didn’t take too well to the experience because HALF OF MY HAIR FELL OUT. My previously thick, lustrous childhood hair was replaced by the thin stringy mop that still crowns my head.
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OMG! Your hair fell out?!!? You poor little thing.
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I’ve ALWAYS wanted the Uma Thurman “Pulp Fiction” fringe….. my hair just does not agree with me though on this one….
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Yes! Me too!!!!!
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Oh I completely relate! All girls catholic school meant that if hair could fit in a pony tail it was supposed to be in one… preferably with a school fabric headband (which I’m proud to say I never owned!!)
Anyway after years of that torture with on ‘natural’ colours allowed I deserately wanted dark hair (I’m naturally a strawberry blonde) so I got a friend to dye my hair using two packets of hairdye (I had thick, long hair) and we left it in for a good 10-15 minutes longer than recommended to make sure the colour really took. Cut to me crying in the shower as my hair is coming out in my hands… turns out my darling friend thought she didn’t need to read the instructions and just put 2 packs of the concentrated dye on my hair instead of mixing it with the diluting solution
Ever since I’ve had my hair dyed at the hairdressers!
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I never dye my hair at home. Never, ever, ever. Too dangeous for my pretty white carpet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I have had sooooooooo many hair dye disasters at home.
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As a kid growing up in South Africa, I went to a school with a strict uniform code and part of this was also the requirement for girls to keep their hair tied back in a neat ponytail at all times. My hair desires were quite simple back then – all I longed for was to wear my hair out and untied! To this day, I still love wearing my long hair out.
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LET YOUR HAIR BE FREEEEEEEEEE!
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I didn’t wear my hair out until the age of 17. Now it’s rarely tied back
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I went to a school where until year 11 your hair had to be tied up if it was long enough to touch your shoulders. To this day I’m still learning to wear it down comfortably (and I’m 32!). However I had always wanted red hair. When I was about 15 I got one of those dyes that wash out after 5 washes and did it at a friends house, Dad went ballistic. He was so mad I ended up standing in the shower for an hour washing and washing till it was all gone.
Mum however thought it was an over reaction so a few years later she bought me henna from Lush and dyed my hair. It was such a strange dye, everytime it was wet I could smell the spicy henna (or whatever it was) smell.
As it turns out, red doesn’t really suit me. I would give myself a fright every time I caught a sideways glance of myself in the mirror so I let it grow out. But just this morning I spotted two grey hairs. I guess I now have to decide if I’m going to colour or go grey gracefully.
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I always wanted long blonde hair. But my mother thought only “certain” girls had long blonde hair, not her sensible, compliant and smart daughter. So I was always pressured into keeping an awkward mousy bob, and grew up hating the way it made my skin color and face shape look. Cut to mid twenties and i finally started the growing and subtle blonding. Lots of compliments, and the confidence I’d dreamed of! Am now mid thirties, fully confident and am loving maintaining long blonde hair – may be boring and predictable but its my husband’s preference too!
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I’ve always, always wanted long straight hair. (Of course, I have right ringlets for hair!)
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And I have long straight boring hair and all I ever wanted was curls !
I did try a perm when I was younger but it was a disaster – the solution burnt my skin and my hair looked like steel wool. It took a good couple of years to grow it out and get back to normal.
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Child of the 90s. I just wanted Jennifer Aniston’s “Rachel” do!
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I had the ‘Rachel’! Bless my Mum, she let me get it in year 5, as I was obsessed with Friends and looking like a grown up
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In Year 5, I desperately wanted blonde streaks in my hair – I had dark brown hair and though the contrast of blonde streaks would look rather fetching. I tried Sun In and only succeeded in making some vague yellow patches.
By year 6, I thought green and blue streaks would look even better, so a friend and i spent an afternoon COLOURING in our hair with those thick Crayola markers. My mother was not impressed and it took some time to wash out.
At the end of Year 6, I was lucky enough to win a Napro Live dye from Girlfriend magazine (think BRIGHT, BRIGHT red). My mother took me to the hairdresser to get it done properly and I thought I looked amazing. Looking back at photos now, amazing is not the word I would use to describe the look.
Cue 6 years of strict Catholic schooling and very boring hair as a result. Now in my twenties, I want nothing more than to have pretty pastel pinks and purples in my hair!
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I went to a strict school as well and dreamed of having pink or blue tips in my hair during high school.
5 years on at uni I am rocking pink ends which I love.
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I am rocking the pink ends too. It’s THE summer blonde look.
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