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A year ago, I stood in the bathroom studying my hair. The bleach-blond ends had given way to dark roots that grew out during lockdown. I’d always hated my roots. Yet as I observed myself in the morning light, my disapproval turned to curiosity: What if I grew the highlights out completely? I had no idea what I would look like, and I felt like finding out.

I’d highlighted my hair since college, when my blond darkened into a shade that didn’t jive with who I expected to see when I looked in the mirror. Besides the familiarity, being blond also carried…  [Read the Full Article]

Originally published on, May 25, 2021, 2:02 PM.

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