Does Bleaching Your Hair Ruin It Novels & Stories

I get out of bed and go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower. After my shower, I take the hairdryer from the bathroom cabinet and plug it in. My hair now has about an inch of blond root. If I was still with Celine, she would have dyed the root and trimmed the length short. I hated whenever she called me to come to fix my hair but what could I have done? Not like I could protest and have her stop, right? After tomorrow, I'll surely seek a professional's help and see what they can do about the damage she's done to my hair.

“What about violet?” Nate blinks, caught off guard. “What about it?” Unwinding the strand of hair, she resumes her finger-drumming rhythm. “I’m thinking of coloring my hair violet. Think it’ll suit me?” Nate arches a brow, skepticism radiating off him. “Girl, it’s going to take a few sessions of bleach to strip all that darkness out of your hair. And that’s if your hair doesn’t fall out from the trauma.” “Celeste knows how to do hair recovery like a pro,” Ariah counters with a casual shrug, the hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. “It’s not a problem. Or… what about dark blue? Like a rich indigo?”

"The color is supposed to be stubborn because you didn't apply oil. You see. The Color wasn't very stubborn on me because I applied oil" A growl left from his mouth as she began to rub his hair dry. "It's okay. Maybe tomorrow another head bath might help. Don't fret". "Don't fret. My blond hair was literally bleached". "Don't exaggerate. The color will go tomorrow ". " If it doesn't you'll be dead, finish Adhri". " How was it my mistake ". " I don't know but you'll work on it". He grunted as she pouted at him. " I'm still angry at you. Don't forget you a week late. a week late".

Blonde hair is his highlight and he won't be Snow Prince anymore without that. "Come and sit here," I say dragging one of my desk chairs to the center of the room. "If we dye my hair now, it won't start fading by tomorrow morning, right?" He asks me, getting up from my bed, still reading the instructions behind the bottle. "No," I shake my head, going to my cupboard. "They say it's one wash dye, but I bet it won't completely fade away until three or four washes."

Mom asks as the group of us sit at Christine's salon. "What do you mean?" "She means you can't be messing with the bleach while you're pregnant. The blond you like your hair to be requires the roots to be bleached," Christine explains. "Well shit, I didn't even think about that. I guess I could go dark. No bleach for that." I shrug. "My real hair color is so drab, I gotta have something slightly different." "We'll look less like twins than we ever have," Justice quips. "You'll have a stomach, dark hair, a baby on your hip. A country song, if you will."

“I have already withdrawn every bit of allowance from work. Told my boss we are leaving. He was devastated, he said I was one of the best assets the hospital ever had. Went so far as to wish I was white so I could stay. Even suggested bleaching, like some of the others who have done it just to keep their positions here.” Bella let out a soft laugh, though the topic was serious. “I can’t believe you just praised your arch-nemesis,” she teased. “And your boss clearly adores you. But our dark skin is beautiful, far more beautiful than bleached. Bleaching ruins melanin, causes all kinds of damage. You look sexiest exactly the way you are. I would never let you do that.”

Britney swiveled the chair and removed the towel with a dramatic flair. "You're not allowed to look till I'm done," Britney declared. "I want to see!" Jenny exclaimed, trying to turn. Britney stopped her, holding the chair in place. She was stronger than she looked. "No peeking! This definitely calls for a dramatic reveal," Britney said as she stepped behind Jenny, returning with a pair of scissors. "Long hair can cause issues in the field," she explained while beginning to cut. "It gets caught on things, leaves evidence, or can be pulled on during a fight. Or worse, you end up late because you're too busy styling it."

Poor hygiene, combined with neglect, meant I had to cut it short for healthier growth. “Are you sure?” I had asked, staring at the stylist through the mirror, my fingers gripping the chair arms. She nodded with a sympathetic smile. “It’ll grow back stronger and better, trust me.” With a heavy heart, I agreed but refused to dye it. I wanted to keep my golden hair—well, as the salon lady corrected me, my blonde hair. It felt like holding onto a piece of myself, even as so much around me was changing. “Blonde suits you,” Rachael teased as she admired the new cut.

Tanning was a topmost priority and so was bleaching and coloring her hair every month. Her parents didn’t restrict any of it. Her mother failed to tell her the side effects of all these harmful toxins on her hair. Her mother even let Ayesha get her laser hair removal done when she was sixteen. Patsy, her mother was in a beauty pageant herself and believed that the only way to get a man’s attention and his credit card was caking faces with makeup.

This scene was quite scary. Jenny finally understood why Tabitha hadn't dried her hair. With one blow-dry, the floor was covered in fallen hair. "Emm, this is normal. Luna, don't worry. The hair will grow back slowly after the treatment stops." Tabitha gave a faint smile, "Keep drying, it will fall off sooner or later anyway." "Okay." After washing her hair this time, Tabitha felt like she had lost almost a third of it. It was obviously less when she held it. But if she couldn't even save her life, what did a few strands of hair matter?