New Hair, Who Dis?

The first time I ever dyed my hair I was about to graduate 8th grade. I went from my natural light strawberry blonde to white platinum blonde. I also chopped off about a foot long length of hair and donated it. It may have been the worst haircut of my life but at least it went towards something important. In addition to that, it began this never-ending spiral of weird/out-of-the-ordinary hair color changes. I think looking back, anyone that went to high school with me can associate me as the girl who changed her hair what seemed like every week (cue mostly cringe-worthy high school photos of me) As much as I’d like to think I’ve changed a lot since high school, there are something things that never change. Since my high school graduation in May of 2013 I have had 16 different hair colors. In that time my hair has grown longer and healthier than it ever has been, much thanks to the fantastic hairstylist I have (you can follow her on Instagram @bridalbyclaire or @clairehoneybadgerjulia). Here’s just a couple photos of the magic she’s created for me over the last 4 years:



Now the number one question I always get when I mention changing my hair color or mention what color I’ll be going to is always the same…WHY?

Why the hell not? Most of the time when I’m changing my hair color it usually has to do something with where I am in my life. A new job, relationship (or the end of one), a new home, or maybe just a basic ass new-year-new-me resolution. Whatever the reason may be, it always cracks me up when everyone around me is like…why would you want to dye your hair that color? Sometimes they even go to lengths telling me I shouldn’t do it! Using the famous, “..but your hair looks so pretty blonde!” that my mother is notorious for saying the second I even mention I have an appointment scheduled.

I get it. I know it’s not something that someone who has had the same haircut/color since 2002 will understand. I know that the popular thing to do is rock the same caramel balayage or ombre whichever your favorite Kardashian is wearing but let’s be real…that’s just not my style.

The funny thing about it all is that the only person that truly understands how my hair color coordinates with my style and personality is my girl Claire. She not only does a kick-ass job every time she even touches my hair but she has a way of pulling off the best representation of my personality in my hair color. When I came in this week and told her she had creative control as long as there was blue and purple involved, BOY DID SHE DELIVER! I walked out of that salon not only feeling like a hot bitch but I also felt more like myself than I had in a VERY long time.

So the next time I change my hair and someone asks me that same WHY they always do, the answer is simple…because I want to! 

Don’t ever let someone persuade you to avoid doing something that makes YOU happy. It’s not always about what everyone else thinks. Always remember that your number one priority should always be yourself. Allow yourself to be a little selfish sometimes. There’s nothing wrong with making yourself feel good. There’s also nothing wrong with being a little different sometimes. So if you want to dye your hair a weird color, do it! If you want to wear white after labor day, who am I to judge? Be whoever you want to be and not in some “stick it to the man” type of way. Just be you for you!


-The Girl in the Glitter 

Instagram: @thegirlintheglitter

Twitter: @TheGirlNGlitter

Don’t forget to check out the magic behind my gorgeous hair transformations, Claire!

Instagram: @bridalbyclaire or @clairehoneybadgerjulia

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Change is inevitable..

The last time I posted was nine months ago. To say a lot has happened in those nine months is the understatement of the year. I’ve been through, grown, learned and achieved so much in that time it’s insane to think of where my life was then.  In my last post, I wrote about how although bad days happen, a bad day does not mean a bad life. Little did I know, a few short months later my life was about to CHANGE.

Six months ago, I got pneumonia. For 14 days straight I could not work, I could barely eat or get out of bed. It took me 9 days just to get into the doctor to finally find out how sick I actually was. On day 1, I could barely walk to the bathroom. On day 3, I couldn’t eat without coughing uncontrollably. On day 6, my relationship of 3 1/2 years ended. On day 8, I moved out of the place I called my home and moved back in with my parents. On day 15 (my first day back to work), I put in my letter of resignation to my job at the bank. Everything was happening so fast and there was very little I was able to control. I was broken-hearted, my immune system was shot, and I was 21, feeling like the last few years of my life were a complete waste of time.

At this point, it was hard to believe that it wasn’t a bad life. It was difficult to understand why everything was happening the way it was. Everything happens for a reason, right? Well guess what?! You don’t always get to know what the reason is. That’s not easy to accept when it feels like your whole world is crumbling around you.

Now, I know this post seems like a bit of a downer but I felt it necessary to start at the beginning because it’s why I am where I am now.

Well…where am I?

I’m working at a job I don’t dread going to everyday. I’m enjoying going out on a Saturday night and letting the cute guy at the bar buy me a beer…or three. I’m having board game nights with friends and staying up way too late drinking wine with my best friend. I’m going on dinner dates and road trips and music festivals. I’ve experienced more life in the last six months than I ever have and that is an amazing feeling.

The weird thing is, although I feel like I had to start over again as if I was 18 again, I’ve never really felt like I was acting my age until recently. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but I’m working on figuring that out. The last year before all these changes happened I was obligated to make decisions that I thought were going to give me a better life in the long run even if it meant being slightly unhappy at first.

That’s the thing about change. Sometimes it sucks, sometimes it hurts, and sometimes it’s just flat out miserable but eventually it might end up being the best thing that ever happened to you. Whether it’s the end of a toxic relationship, quitting your job, or moving back to your parents house as an adult. Sometimes we have to play the hand we’re dealt and make the best of it. It’s been six months since my whole life changed and through the tears and the heartache I could not be more appreciative of the opportunity I have been given to give myself a better life than I would have settled for….

Turn your dreams into achievable goals.

Have you ever seen something and it gives you this overwhelming of desire? That’s a calling. Sometimes it almost feels like anxiety when it falls over you. Sweaty palms, increased heart rate, those recurring thoughts that often cause the other symptoms to multiply…all because you caught a glimpse at the type of lifestyle or career you wish you could have. I know it might seem scary, but it is completely possible to achieve whatever you put your mind to. No, really, it’s not just a cliche. I’m not saying you’re going to wake up a millionaire one day, or that the dream job is going to just fall into your lap (not that, that isn’t possible). I AM saying that if you put your mind towards something and work your ass for it, you CAN achieve it.

Wake up and work hard. Does your job not pay enough or give you enough hours? Find another one. No education? Educate yourself. Take a class or do research and study on your own. Some jobs offer their own certification program. It might not be a degree from a university but it is something on your resume telling your future employer, “Hey, look at me!” Two years ago I was working a no-opportunity job that made gave me shitty hours and told me I was never good enough. A year ago I was working two jobs, getting almost no sleep and went almost a month with no day off and still wasn’t making enough to live on my own. But I was working hard? Why wasn’t it paying off? Because working with no goal in mind is like driving with no destination and wondering why you’re not there yet. Think about where you want to be in a year, 5 years, 10 years.. Make a plan. Make a vision board if that’s your thing. Listen to motivational speech videos on YouTube (seriously, they are amazing). Do whatever makes you feel inspired and do what you have to, to achieve it.

Last summer, I decided I wanted to buy a new car by March 2016. I wanted to do it on my own, no cosigner, no financial help from anyone. So I worked my ass off. In six months of starting my new job I became an assistant manager. I did this with no prior experience in anything but bussing tables and kissing rude wino’s asses just to make $20 bucks at the end of the night from servers that didn’t want to give me the 1.5 percent of sales that I rightfully deserved (#stillmad). I worked double days at both jobs for weeks. Using every paycheck to stash towards a future car payment or pay my credit cards to keep them at 30% of my credit limits so my credit score would be the best it could be for a 20 year old. I set a goal, had a plan, and I bought my brand new car in December of 2015.

Once I achieved my goal however, I sat on my ass and let the laziness set back in. I forgot what I was working towards. Where do I want to be in a year? What do I visualize for myself? How am I going to achieve that? Well, the answers to those questions bring me to my next piece of advice…

Keep your goals and ambitions to yourself.

The biggest motivator is yourself. Keep it that way. I’m not saying to keep your dreams from your best friends or family who love and support you no matter what. I just know that with everyone sharing every detail of their life on social media/blogs, it’s easy to feel like you want to shout your plans from the rooftops. However, no matter how loud you shout it, the only way to achieve the dreams and goals you want is to work towards them everyday. Never forget that.

-The Girl in the Glitter

P.S. This time next year, I MIGHT let you know what I had planned for the future. 😉