Yesterday was the first time I’ve ever had my hair professionally colored (I had balayage done). Sure, I effed around (and found out – boy did I find out) in high school, but I hadn’t messed with my hair color since then. I mean, obviously:

I won’t bore you with the process or details, but I will say I had a great experience and love love loved my new stylist*, who worked out a plan with me to grow my hair out.

And I’m really just coming here to say – I left feeling like a million bucks. Like a new version of Kim. And I loved it. I felt so pretty. I… am not someone who feels pretty often. Cute? Sure. Pretty? Nah.

The stylist asked why I decided to have my hair dyed now, after all this time of never trying it, and I told her about all the physical, mental, and emotional changes I’ve made to take better care of myself this year, and that I decided I wanted some of those physical changes to be appearance-based. Basically, I feel really good, and want to look better. Before I just never gave a sh*t.

It feels good. I really, really, really need to learn how to style my hair though. I want to learn French braids, I still need to take Stephany up on her offer to teach me the curling wand, and really… I just need to watch a lot of YouTube. The problem is I hate watching videos. Maybe I can hire someone to come spend a few hours with me and teach me? Hmm.

*My previous stylist quit, and I didn’t follow them