So here is the story of why I said I would never dye my hair red and why I keep doing it…

Growing up I always wanted to be a red head. Always. This probably stems from how much I love Ariel but who knows. When hairdying became a thing, I think a part of me always knew that I would probably get the red hair of my dreams at some point.

My hair goals all changed in the blink of an eye in 2010 however when a certain popular celebrity decided that she wanted red hair.

Rihanna.

As soon as Rihanna  made her her red everybody either had or wanted red hair. Being a little bit different has always come quite naturally to me, and it’s also something I’ve been quite proud of (brat that I am!). So the magic of red hair was lost to me when suddenly everybody had red hair. Why would I want to be like everyone else? That’s no fun at all.

I also really didn’t want people thinking I had red hair because Rihanna had red hair, or wanted to hear the phrase “red hair, like Rihanna’s” said in relation to me. I always thought this was probably quite a paranoid, but when I got my hair hacked off in 2012 so many people thought it was okay to say I had got my hair cut like Jessie J which genuinely really upset me because it just wasn’t true.

One day I decided that I was being ridiculous, threw caution to the wind and picked up the red dye. My hair was black/red (I believe midnight red was the official name!) for years and I absolutely loved it.

Here’s the deal: red works for me. No matter what it is – red clothes, red lipstick… it just works and so why should hair be any different? The problem is that I am impulsive and like to change things too often lest I find myself stuck in a rut. So my hair (either in whole or in part) has been various shades of red, green, black, blonde, pink and blue over the years. The funny thing is that despite saying I would never have red hair, I just keep going back to it – and the brighter the red the better.

In a vague attempt to meet my creative cravings and society’s need for me to have a somewhat sensible appearance, I have taken to only unnaturally colouring the underside of my hair. It doesn’t satisfy me but it keeps my impulsiveness in check (most of the time).

There’s something quite empowering about looking like you’ve been soaking in the blood of your enemies.