Multi-Colored Hair Analysis

When I exited the hairdresser with a short fauxhawk, my mother simply gawked. When I dressed myself in different shades of black for a family trip to Pizza Hut, my father took pictures with me as if I was in a costume. After I found my identity in this alternative subculture, my every day experienced changed. I went from just another face in a crowd to constantly standing apart from the group. From this point on, every time I went places after this I received curious, questioning, and even disgusted stares from the strangers around me. It didn’t matter if I was going to a concert with a large group of friends, going to the mall, or simply shopping for groceries in what I now consider to be everyday attire. My multi-colored hair, all black and white clothes, combined with my elaborate face makeup never ceases to draw the eye. While I may look like an original, my upbringing was anything but. I grew up in suburbia as a member of a family that perfectly represented the stereotypical American dream with my mother, father, my sister as well as a variation of different pets. Before I dyed my hair, my family was the ideal homogenous blue-eyed, brown haired group, and if a person were to look at my extended family, they would see a lot of these similar traits occurring. I was blind to more complex …show more content…
The people that look at me, and make judgements before taking the time to talk to me, often can’t comprehend the idea that the way I look is entirely for me. Almost every morning, I get up and spend over an hour on complex makeup and multi-fasciated outfits, and I do it for no other reason then to be delighted with the way I look, and to give myself the ability to walk around with the confidence that I had always envied in other