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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It’s a bad day, not a bad life.

At the end of 2016, I decided I was done accepting mediocrity. It seems like that was yesterday yet January is basically over. I can’t believe how fast this month has flew by. Looking back though this has so far been a month of productivity and progression in this journey I’ve begun and I have no plan on slowing down.

When it comes to positivity, not everyday is easy. The storms that put Northern California under water were doing more than flooding roads and testing levees. When I first discovered the term Seasonal Depression I thought it was a bunch of crap. However when the forceful wind hits your house so hard you think it was thunder, the rain hasn’t stopped in three days and every sad thought you ever had seeps through the walls and pours over you as you lay in bed in the morning it doesn’t seem so impossible. Hitting snooze more times than you should because you simply don’t want to get out of bed but eventually you get up, you get ready and you start your day anyway. 

Even when it seems like the last thing you want to do, the biggest favor you can do for yourself is get out of bed and keep going. Stay positive. Close your eyes and imagine the sunshine and warmth and sweet blackberries of summer if that’s what you need to do. Focus on your goals and remember that every step you take each day is a step towards reaching your goals and bettering yourself. 

Not everyday is a good day. I’m not going to sit here and tell you that there is no such thing as a bad day. Two days ago not only did I lose my emergency $25 which I needed at the time, when I got to work my system was down, then dealt with the ordinary workforce stress, ended my workday with a frustrating and completely avoidable misunderstanding, then when I finally made it home I discovered there was a hole in the back of my pants the entire day that no one noticed (or informed me of if they did). I had a bad day. The kind of day my only option at the end of it was to go to bed and try again tomorrow. Which is EXACTLY what I did. 

I woke up the next day refreshed and ready to try again. I caffeinated myself and took on the day with a smile on my face. It was a new day with an opportunity to make it the best day I could possibly have. 

You have every opportunity to make a good day a great one. Believe in yourself, focus on your goals and make this year the best year of your life. Through good days and bad; love yourself, become addicted to bettering your life, and give your future self someone to look back on and thank for never giving up. 

-The Girl in the Glitter ✨ 
Follow me on IG @thegirlintheglitter and Twitter @TheGirlNGlitter 

I got my first hate comment…

Instagram, Facebook, Twitter…what do these social media outlets all have in common? Haters. That’s right. People sitting behind a computer typing away hurtful and mean comments with no intentions other than making others feel bad and making themselves feel better about their own insecurities. I’ve watched enough Jaclyn Hill snapchat stories to know that hate comments are real and can make even the Queen of Highlight herself feel down. I’ve had an instagram for at least five years and a Facebook and Twitter for even longer. I thought hate comments were something you earned when you had  10,000+ followers. Boy, oh Boy, was I wrong!!

My instagram (@thegirlintheglitter) following is just under 1,400 people. I don’t make Youtube videos or even consider myself anything more than an amature when it comes to doing my makeup. It’s only been over the last year that I’ve established my everyday makeup routine. Every morning I stand in front of that mirror and it’s like I have a fresh canvas to paint and explore new and creative looks that I love.

Keywords: …I love.

When I post a selfie, I’m not looking for a thousand likes or a hundred comments. I just like putting myself out there, but it’s been so many years I guess I forgot how vulnerable that made me. So when I checked my phone on my break at work I was more than surprised to see a long comment picking me apart about how I looked in a selfie I posted. When I clicked on the account to see who said it the “girl” had no posts, no followers, and was only following 12 other accounts. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out the likely hood of the account being real. All that aside…it didn’t make me feel any better. I deleted the rude comment and went back to work with an uneasy and heavy feeling in my stomach. I didn’t know why it hurt my feelings so much but it did. The rest of my shift I couldn’t shake the frustration and started rethinking everything about how I do my makeup, the way I take my selfies and then I realized something…

THE ONLY OPINION THAT MATTERS IS MY OWN.

The hate comment hurt….a lot. But that’s okay. No one else’s opinion matter besides my own. If I like the way I look, whoever doesn’t is their business and it shouldn’t matter if their insecurities causes them to lash out at people. The important thing is that I love myself, inside and out.❤️