Novel & Cerita Does Bleaching Your Hair Ruin It

“I’ll be careful.” Janine couldn’t argue with him and let him be. She really didn’t like blow-drying her hair. Later, he didn’t hurt her again. “What color did you dye your hair?” Zain asked after turning off the dryer. Janine looked through the mirror. “It’s faded. That reminds me.” She had been so busy lately that she forgot about it. Her natural hair wasn’t pure black either, it had some yellowish tones. So the fading didn’t look awkward.

I had braided and covered my hair so I could try to stay hidden. I had to cover it; my hair was so blonde that it was almost white. I’ve tried to color it, as everyone always makes snide comments about it, but it never works. It always went back to the same pale color. The other women in the pack hate it, always have. It didn't matter what they did to it, even cutting it off, the next morning, it was back again. I've given up on trying to change it anymore. I knew that there was nothing that I could do about it.

"Are you referring to the lotus skincare products? I'd heard of them, but I had no idea they could do this." "They're good, but they won't make your hair white. Mine just happened to turn this way, and you look fine the way you are." “Thank you.”

Clarise reasoned, then handed a gingered colored wig to Hannah. “No, I don’t like that?” She yelled out, startling Clarise. “Why? This is your natural hair color. Maybe it's time to stop coloring your hair black. Look at your hair. It's dry, it's begging to be natural again. You have over-colored your hair and damaged it so much that your curls are gone,” Clarise pointed out. “No! If you want me to wear a wig, I want a brunette or a blonde, nothing else.” She remarks.

I couldn't speak. “Yes,” He said, caressing my straight blonde hair. “I learnt that you're a brunette but my Uncle forced you to go blonde. I want you back to your natural color and I got products to help with that especially since the bleaching has begun to cause damage. If you prefer to stay blonde, then it's fine by me but I just want you to know, you have the choice to be whatever you want.”

He asked me while looking for hair colors. “All you need to do is to bleach your hair. Are you ready to damage your hair?” I asked him while smirking. He looked at me seriously and grinned awkwardly. “Really? It will damage my hair?” He asked. “For sure since you’re going to the stage of bleaching. It may be 4 or more sessions in order to achieve your preferred hair color” I explained. “Does it hurt?” “Hmmm!” I put my finger in my chin and acted as if I am thinking deeply.

“He is actually dating Bryson now.” “Oh, damn.” Marie winced. “Well, it would be challenging to get your hair color instantly. There will be no damage free way to color your hair lighter. You will need to bleach bath your hair and then use a toner to match your natural color. And since your natural color is extremely light, it may take some time to get back and you may have to settle for a lighter version rather than your natural platinum blonde color.” She motioned for Kelsey to sit down then started to check her hair. “Then we could regularly trim it, cut off the ends which would probably be damaged from the bleaching process.”

Ashley said still trying to hide the truth from him. “I’m sorry I yelled at you for using my shampoo but believe me the reason is because, my shampoo balances my hair color between brown and blonde and if someone else uses it constantly, their hair color bleached and I wouldn’t want your beautiful hair to change it’s amazing color. I love having you around and you don’t discomfort me in anyway, alright? So next time don’t run into a fight without being prepared merely because of your present emotions” Louis said pushing her hair behind her hair.

I knew if I didn’t try to relax, I’d stutter and get frustrated. “I got up, everything was normal and all of a sudden, my hair was chopped in half. I’m sure you’ve seen something like this before,” Her eyes scanned my hair for a few seconds. “It’s a clean chop, like it was done by a scissors,” “Exactly!” “I think it was the shampoo,” “Shampoo? Why would my shampoo cut my hair? Even if it did, it wouldn’t chop the hair in half, it would chop off the hair unevenly, down to its roots,”

thick, dark hair. “Is this your real hair color?”, he asked. “Yes, why?” “No, it’s just looked perfect with your skin until I thought that it is a touch-up.” I chuckled. “Nah, I’m not that perfectly groomed until I gotta touch up my roots every few weeks. I bet you never have to, your hair color is way more perfect.” “Done that a few times, actually. I had to be a platinum blond guy once during a film, and a few months of shooting with constant triple-hair-root-bleaching were… scaldingly painful.”