I have always LOVED fashion and have enjoyed putting stylish ensembles together. I noticed, especially towards the end of my relationship with ex N, that my abilties or creativity or interest to really mix and match and try new styles out had basically vanished. Weird, huh? Also there were times when I would put on an outfit (if we were going out, which was a rarity), ask him how it looked, and of course he would give me a luke warm ambiguous and uninterested response. I found myself going back into our room, changing again, then setting up the whole situation again...What the hell????!!! I NEVER cared what ANYONE thought of how I looked. Dressing one way or another was always something that I enjoyed doing for me! I always felt confident walking out the door with whatever I had chosen to wear!
Now, only with a month and a half of NC, my sense of style is returning!! So, in this arena, I am returning to the me that existed before the wretched N entered my life.
I died my hair about three weeks ago. My natural hair color is brown, and with fall coming, I decided to go /REALLY dark brown/almost black!! My poor stylist, initially, "stayed on the conservative side" by dying my hair a shade lighter than I had in mind. I returned to him several days later with an ultimatum: I want drastic! So either chop off the locks or go darker on the shade! My hair is, what I like to call it, "badass black!"

It was therapeutic! Also, there was a tinge of the middle finger to my ex N since he pleaded with me to never go darker...Booya!

"...Don't exhaust the greatness of your soul on achieving the triumph of the evil of theirs...Fight for the value of your person."