I spent my college years dying my hair each color below the solar. Black, purple, burnt-orange… You title it, I’ve carried out it. And by the tip of my three years finding out (learn: ingesting and sleeping), my hair wanted a break. Which is why I spent the subsequent six years embracing my pure (what some might name “mousy”) brown color. Do not get me flawed; I’ve dabbled in refined highlights, however I by no means absolutely dedicated—I used to be afraid I would break my now-virgin strands.