I dyed my hair red in the fall of 2023. I wanted dark-red-cherry red, but the lady who did my hair did not give me the
colour I wanted, (sure I could've said something, but I wanted to trust the process) but it was no big deal.
I had a little Daphne from Scooby-Doo moment. Once it faded, it turned into the colour of copper so I went to Sally’s to
get a dye mask, and dude, that mask made my hair sooo red. That was expected that since my hair was
bleached so of course it'd turn out that bright, but it was brighter than I imagined. It quite literally was
in-your-face-red red.
Also, not what I wanted, but holy moly, did that shade of red make me feel sooo unbelievably hot and powerful.
I dyed my hair before, but never red. Having dyed hair always made me feel much hotter, but it was a different kind
of feeling when I had RED hair. Fact! I had this aura that SCREAMED don't fuck with me!!!!! and
I'm the baddest, smartest, tastiest, sexiest, funniest red haired bitch in the whole wide world.
Perhaps it made me a little evil too hehe, but 2evil obvi.
copper red & firetruck red 
cherry red 
because I was done being blonde. So I decided to finally get the shade of red I always wanted!
Shoutout to @kittycutshair 
on instagram for always serving!!! I've been rocking this shade of red since then 
that also made me feel hot & confident and all that stuff, but it was nont at all like that in-your-face-red red I had a couple years back. Red itself has always been a bad bitch colour to me, but unlike bright red, cherry red gave more of a I don’t care what you think about me, all I know is I’m hot as fuck type of feel. Having this shade of red, first of all, made me so much happier. Since cherry red is darker, it also made me feel a little mysterious, as in you definitely knew I had some sort of secret. Overall, having red hair helps me to express myself and let EVERYONE and their mama know that I’m here, right now! Shoutout to all da cherry-red peepz out there because you know what the fuck is up!!!!!!
I’m sure you’ve seen those posts somewhere with the same caption as the title of this shrine. Just as a disclaimer, I obviously do not speak for all red-headed girlies + this is not to be taken too seriously. This is all just my thoughts on it, so if you agree, awesome, if not, awesome!
The idea of never entering a girl during her red hair phase was always pretty funny to me, because SO real to be honest.
Why would you ever want to enter a girl’s life (unless you’re another girl, of course duh) while she’s in her red hair phase?
Dyeing my hair has always been an exciting and special moment for me. I gain a ton of confidence and I get this shift in mindset where I feel invincible and untouchable, both physically and mentally. This was a choice I have made, so of course, it was empowering to choose something that made me happy. Also, my red hair phases were NOT results of my life being in shambles, which seems to be a common assumption when people see others in their red hair phase. It was just something I genuinely wanted to do because I thought red hair looked cool! Ok, but also to be real too, but it was also just a teensy bit for the laughs hehe and for people to think I was crazy. Being hot and funny go hand-in-hand y'all.
It’s not like the mindset shift and confidence boosts are found in the dye, then seep into your scalp and re-wire your brain, BUT it definitely does feel like that sometimes. The transformation from natural to dyed hair feels like a former version of myself has died and this greater version of me is starting to bloom. Just because you change yourself on the outside, doesn’t mean you change yourself immediately on the inside. That said, I know that I want better for myself, so the shift inside is inevitable. People can sense that change. It is meant to be intimidating. I’m wearing my red flags like a cape. That’s the unspoken message I’m sending as a unnaturally-dyed-cherry-red-head. Don’t fuck with me.
Also, I got one life to live. To be remembered is for people to have an image of you in their head and go hey remember that person with the red hair? Regardless of what they say next, I know my own character and it doesn’t matter what they think about me. You are still remembering me.
To enter a girl’s life in her red hair phase is a dangerous game. She’s got a massive wave of confidence and is likely to stomp you into a bloody pulp if you
even think about pulling some silly shit, so if you know what you’re getting into, nobody’s stopping you. I’ll tell you now, you are either about to get so
fucking humbled OR find yourself in a beautiful friendship with a baddie 
