When I first wanted to start writing a blog, and when it finally came to deciding what my first post would be, there was one thing I was absolutely certain of: I didn’t want to start with a post detailing every fact about me.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that, and I certainly want who I am to be explained! But those kinds of posts that I would have made when I was younger starting a blog, where I simply listed off my favourite colour and my favourite member of One Direction, well, if I did as much now, I’d just cringe at myself. It just reminds me of my most dreaded question in interviews being ‘Tell me about yourself’ and how I never know how to answer. Not only would it be dull if it were about me, but also it’s way too simple and I like to complicate things for myself.
So then I thought, there must be some way to get across a first impression of myself, without bullet-pointing simply everything. And then it hit me, whilst sat in the hairdressers a few days ago, when I thought about something I said to my wonderful hairdresser. The past few visits I’ve made there haven’t been frequent, but when I do go in, I seem to come out with a drastically different look compared to the one I went in with. When my hairdresser questioned me about this, I said to her that personally, I like to leave the salon knowing I’ve done something with my hair, and that when I’m either bored or having a life crisis (I’ll let you guess which) I either get another piercing, or do something with my hair.
It would seem that such occasions, I’ve noticed, benchmark different stages of my life, and whilst my hairstyles significantly differ before and after leaving the salon, I see it as almost being representative for different periods of my life; when I felt, acted, and was motivated by different things. This being the case, I thought giving you all a brief run down of the herstory of my hair, might shed some light on who I’ve been, who I am now, and who I want to be. So without further ado, if you’ve made it this far, this is me.
The Lacklustre Bob Era, 2011.
Picture this. The year is 2011. The sun is, on the rare occasion, out and proud, and it’s a few hours until you have to come home from the park. I don’t think we all knew how good we had it. This hairstyle which I loathed for years, reminds me of how my Mum kept making me get it cut short, which later caused me to rebel against it, as you will see later. At this point in my life, I cared little for my appearance (clearly), but instead just spent most of my time playing outside, and racing my brother home from school to play his Xbox for at least ten minutes before he got home, and reclaimed it. I’m still bitter, and I don’t just mean the haircut.
The Box Dye Era, 2012.
Now, I would say that this was a brief, and I mean brief, period of improvement. This era marks the start of my hair independence; I was allowed to start semi-permanently dyeing my hair, and at this point I insisted on growing my hair. Like, all the way down to my butt. Little did I know I’d have a long wait ahead of me before that happened. At this time, a bit more consideration for my appearance started to emerge, and I began aggressively painting my nails whatever bright, pastel colours I possibly could. I emphasise ‘little’ consideration, as it was also this era that I discovered the marvel that is dry shampoo. And not only did I start to mess about with my hair, but I also began to dabble in my mum’s makeup and perfumes. Unfortunately, her skin tone is brown on me, and she’s somehow supposed to be the native Scottish one.
The Questionable Dip-Dye Job Era, 2014.
Does everyone remember that cool new trend that happened about 2013/2014, where it was cool to bleach the tips of your hair, and maybe dabble in a bit of colour on the ends? If you either do or don’t, my interpretation of this was not in my best interests. After spending ages going through box dyes, I decided to dip-dye, essentially bleaching the ends of my hair, myself. This period of time, I was reading too much, and spending an awful lot of time on the internet, watching Youtube videos and wishing to be a next level vlogger one day. Apparently, this hairstyle was my attempt at fitting in, and suffice to say, I don’t think I’ll be doing it again anytime soon.
That One Blonde Streak, and the Cherry Hair Era, 2014.
Turns out that bleached ends of your hair don’t fade away, or just disappear. This meant two things for moi: 1) My hair growing was going to have to wait, and 2) Time to choose a new hair colour to dye my head. This primarily involved my first wander into the world of highlights, which was a brief, pleasant encounter, but would not be revisited again until a few years later. However, I fell back into old habits, and began to box dye my hair again. Yet, the losses were far less this time, as I discovered the beginning of a hair dye routine I would carry on for the next few years- dyeing my hair red, then brown, then red etc. I suppose this reminds me of the monotony I felt at this point in my life; largely directed by the 50/50 of school, and my social life, which looking back, was doing pretty well at this point. Don’t think my hair can take any credit for that though.
Cousin It Era, 2015-2017.
Safe to say, a lot can happen in the space of two years. I started and completed sixth form. I got a place at University, and started studying History in the September of 2017. I started spending a bit too much money on makeup, and spent too much time doing it. I had began and ended my first proper relationship. I spent a month in Peru. And I drank way too much wine, which is 100% I can promise you just a result of turning 18.
Never drank a drop before that, I swear. However, the most important thing that happened was, my hair was finally down at my bottom. The moment I had been dreaming of was finally there, and I hadn’t even noticed. I’d broken my rhythm of dyeing my hair red and brown, and had gone for a blue-black on a couple of occasions. But my hair remained largely the same, which is ironic, given how much actually happened during the time it was that length.
The Not-So Lacklustre Bob Era, 2018.
Now, this is where the plot twist is. In the words of the prophet Olivia Newton-John, in a strange twist of fate, after spending so long growing my hair, I decided with the turning of the new year, to cut my hair. You must be wondering, why on earth did she do that, given how desperate she wanted her hair down to her behind?? Yes, I understand. But I warned you earlier- it’s either because I’m bored, or I’m having a crisis. I’ll leave it up to you to guess on this particular occasion. But in all seriousness, this hairstyle marks a quite drastic shift in my life, probably the biggest one for a long while. It mirrors my increased confidence to be adventurous with the fashion choices I’ve always wanted to make, and making the bolder decisions I’ve always been a bit scared to go through with. In a way, I almost feel like it bridged the gap between teenage me, and attempting adult me. But also, I’ve struggled with fiddling, shall we say, with my hair, and having my hair shorter actually made me less self-conscious about such a problem. It was a weight off my shoulders- metaphorically and physically.
Return of the Bangs Era, Present.
There’s not much I have to say about this one. This being the haircut that followed the visit to the salon that inspired this entire post. I can’t tell you much; with the last few examples, I’ve given you some kind of idea about who I was at the time. With this one, I have not been yet. Luckily for me, I can sweep the bangs away, or keep them there. Maybe that means that now is the time for my own diversity, but also taking the time to figure out who I am, and bringing to the stage who I want to be. This blog will most likely be the platform for that.
My name is Jordyn, otherwise known to my parents as Blossom, I’m 19, and I hope you join me from time to time, showing you who that is.
Until next time,