SeaHeart

So, Jenn's wanted to have purple hair her entire life.

Why then, almost a year ago, when she first started her purple-hair-dying, did she dye it pink?

Because...I've wanted pink hair my entire life. And I asked her to dye it for me. Just that once.

And, because she's amazing, she did. <3

One of my favorite pictures of us ever, a candid that my sister took. <33333 I'd just told her a ridiculous joke. That smile is the most beautiful thing in the universe. <33333


Jenn works at home. I do not. Yet. That freedom will hopefully be attained sometime in August.

And with that freedom comes the final ending to my quest and my lifelong wish: to have pink hair.

It's silly. I know it's silly. But pink hair symbolizes a lot of things to me. Freedom (which I'll finally, finally have after a lifelong journey getting there). Joy. Sparkle. Happiness. Who I am, down to my bones and back, would be reflected in a cosmetic change, but, really, I feel like I've had pink hair all my life, just waiting to come through. Like my tattoos.

I wanted to get married in pink hair. I wanted to because it's me, but--at the last moment--I thought that would put too much not-honeymoon-type-feelings on the honeymoon if we had to worry about getting home early enough to dye it back for work. So I didn't do.

And I kind of regret that. Not in a sweeping Gone With the Wind kind of way, but still...regret.

But.

But...

But.

Jenn and I are going to Florida to visit one of the most important people in the world to us, one of our best friends, Rachel, her beautiful children and her awesome husband in almost ONE WEEK. It's pretty exciting, glee-inducing, happy-beyond-happy. I'm not going to be at work for a blissful number of days.

And, because I believe the world is moved by magic, I am doing something I've waited my entire LIFE to do.

The Friday before we leave--a week from tomorrow--I am dying my hair pink. As an act of magic. As an announcement to the universe: I'm ready for freedom. I've worked hard enough. I'm grateful it's coming. <3

And, by the time we return from Florida, it'll be faded enough (I'm using Manic Panic, I hope it lasts LONG enough for Florida! It washed off in a day for Jenn. I am going to use HEAT this time. :D) to dye it back to dirty blonde.

But the pink will still be there. Because it's always been there.

Waiting for eventual, don't-stop-belieeeeeeeeeeviiiiiiiiiiing freedom.

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Edited to add: YES, I KNOW THAT WILL MAKE US LIVING EXAMPLES OF UTENA AND ANTHY. *laughing* Further proof we're soulmates. ;D <33333333333333333