The actual bleaching process was a little more painful than I expected, and that was entirely my fault. Daniel had told me to not shampoo my hair before the appointment, which I thought meant I just could not wash it the day of the appointment. Really, I should have kept it away from water for as long as possible prior to bleaching.
Shampooing makes your scalp more sensitive, so because I shampooed the day before my session, it felt like there was a four-alarm fire on my head. I tried to throw myself into social media and texting to take my mind off the pain.
When I looked up from an intense Whatsapp conversation with my friends over whether "retired rapper" was an OK everyday look, I caught a glimpse of blond underneath the pounds of plastic and squealed. I may or may not have accidentally spit some of my cracker out. I couldn't believe it — after only a few hours, my hair was already looking extremely blond.
How was it possible that I had gone from black to blond in only half a session? Daniel also commented that there was orange-yellow undertone, which was a "good sign" that my color would come out correctly.
