It is so hard to pretend you’re not depressed.
To have someone look and see your roots are brown while you’re trying to convince them that you’re a natural blonde is simply impossible.
That’s what pretending you’re not depressed is like.
You try to cover it up,
as best you can.
Invest in a bunch of dye and product with promising guarantees.
And you apply this “solution” to your problem and expect it to be fixed forever.
You put a bandaid on a gun shot wound and expect it to heal.
You expect it to stop hurting, just by covering it up.
You expect all of the pain to go away.
You expect your hair to start growing in blonde instead of brunette.
And that simply
isn’t
going
to happen.
But people don’t want to see your roots.
People want to see you dolled up.
They want to see you at your best or not at all.
And if your roots are showing tonight, then hunny you should stay home.
Not only do people not want to see your roots,
you don’t want to see them either.
You have become so fixated with this new persona which you choose to identify with that you forget all about who you really are.
You start putting in so much effort to become the best blonde you can be when you never even mastered being a brunette.
Underneath all of that makeup, underneath all of that hair dye…
more importantly,
underneath all of your scars, and tears, and lies…
is a person who needs to be acknowledged.
Stop living a double life, and start working on the real you.
