The Chronicles of Hair Bleaching Part 1

Listen to the tales of my hair dying experiences and learn from my mistakes.


by Kate Jones, Multimedia Editor

Hello everyone, welcome back to my blog. This week I will be delving into my hair bleaching experience. Ever since I was younger, I have always been jealous of the girls with the perfect blonde hair. I know that sounds cliché, but I never really liked my hair color that much and I always imagined myself with blonde hair for some reason. In sixth grade on my Myrtle Beach vacation after a nine hour car ride with my parents, I finally convinced them to let me buy Sun-In. Now for those of you who don’t know what Sun-In is, it’s basically a bottle filled with toxic chemicals that you spray on your head to make your hair lighter.

Off my family and I went to one of the many beach stores on the oceanfront that sell anything from hermit crabs to cheesy misogynistic t-shirts about women and beer. The Sun-In rack was front and center, with posters of blonde bikini models splashing in the ocean, and I told myself that after I used Sun-In I would look like that. Using my picture as a reference tool, I guarantee that in no way, shape or form would my prepubescent self look like that, no matter how much bleach I put on my head.

Once we got back to the condo, I ran to the bathroom and with the help of my nine year old sister, I sprayed the Sun-In all over my head and waited for the results. The next day after a long morning at the beach, we came back to the condo for lunch and the results were in – My hair was bright ORANGE. Now after about two weeks my hair went back to its normal shade of murky brown, but it was permanently damaged from all of those chemicals I put in it. It would be a long time before my mom let me get highlights, but I assure you my run-in with chemicals on my head is far far from over. Stay tuned for my next post where I will tell you about the time that I bleached my head completely without permission.