I need my friends. I need your hugs.A few days ago, I had to color my hair from cotton candy pink and purple to plain jane brown for a job interview. I changed it because I didn't want to ruin my chances of getting the job, because we all know vibrant colors are not normally seen in the work place. Especially for hotels.
Anyway, it really devastated me. I loved my hair. I felt complete with it. I finally had my hair exactly how I liked it. But that's not the worst part. My aunt decided to fill me in on her point of view. On a picture of my new hair on facebook, she says "FINALLY, you're back to your God given hair color". Now, I'm Christian. So that part didn't offend me. It was the fact that she completely ignored that I regretted changing my hair, and I didn't want to do it. So of course I deleted it and tried to forget about it and just ignore it ever happened.
Then I posted a picture of me in a lolita outfit with my brown hair, and she comments saying "You look so beautiful in your God given hair color, and you do lo