Stories

I think every woman loves the idea of looking and feeling her best. I won’t deny that when I treat myself to new make-up or pampering toys that a very feminine part of me doesn’t get ridiculously giddy. You get this fantastic rush of excitement that once you’ve used these products to beautify yourself that you will feel unstoppable. Glamour is armour, and my God, I love it.

It’s been a long winding journey from hair drama, and many years later, I am still not satisfied. However I have decided to share it all, hopefully, my love hate hair story will inspire and help you make better choices. Nothing beats learning from other peoples experiences, so read mine.

Looking into the mirror I run my fingers through my hair. Moving my head from side to side I examine each section. Pursing my lips I stare closely at the ends holding them between two fingers. ‘Doesn’t look too bad’ I say to myself, ‘it’s been at least a couple of weeks since I dyed my hair, surely once more won’t hurt?’ ‘Then that’ll be it’ I think, immediately lying to myself.