How I Maintain my Rose Gold Hair (and keep it healthy!) | Haircare

blogger francesca sophia smiles at the camera, whilst shaking out her rose gold hair and looking straight down the lens; girl with pink hair smiles at the camera
As any of you who've been following me on social media for more than about 3 days probably already know, I have major commitment issues when it comes to relationships my hair colour (we can probably chat about the other thing some other time); I've been ginger, I've been blonde, I've been eight different shades of brunette; I've been purple, red, and, for one very disturbing period, I had what can only be described as tiger stripes.
And, what's worse is, throughout most of that time, I paid about zero attention to the damage any of the bleaching, dying, straightening, and curling was doing to my hair...in fact, until very recently, as I was removing what might have been the world's first self-aware tangle from my hair, my haircare routine mostly consisted of 'whatever shampoo my housemate/parent/boyfriend buys'. Yeah, I'm regretting it now.
aussie miraculously moist shampoo and aussie miraculously moist leave in conditioner, with aussie three minute miracle reconstructor, alongside a green dye bowl and brush, on a faux fur throw; a teal cushion and gold star wreath sit beside them, along with l'oreal colorista washout pink hair dye
In the past few months, I've tried it all: keratin-replacing shampoos and hair masks, coconut oil, hair 'elixir', hot oil treatments, and home remedies (hello, smelling like olive oil for a week!), and eventually, I found the three products that work for me: Aussie Miracle Moist Shampoo & Leave In Conditioner, and their '3 Minute Miracle' Reconstructor. I'm hooked! My hair is shiny, soft, and tangle-free, for probably the first time in about a decade.
aussie three minute miracle reconstructor, alongside a green dye bowl and brush, with an intense pink cream solution in the bowl, on a faux fur throw; a teal cushion and gold star wreath sit beside them, along with l'oreal colorista washout pink hair dye
Keeping the pink tones in my rose gold locks? Well, that's a different matter altogether, especially now I've promised myself no bleach or permanent hair dye for at least 6 months - finding an intense, semi-permanent pink that doesn't go streaky is difficult, to say the least. Luckily, I've managed to create a bit of a DIY solution: 2 parts L'Oreal Colorista washout hair colour in pink to 1 part Aussie 3 Minute Miracle Reconstructor, mixed thoroughly, and left to sit on the hair for half an hour; it leaves a gentle, multi-tonal pink on my bleached locks, whilst leaving them soft, silky, and tangle-free.
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Why I'm Still Finding it Hard to Talk About Mental Health | Let's Talk

a girl with blonde hair, blue eyeshadow and cat eyeliner looking at the camera, shocked, with a selection of feature frames behind her, on a turquoise wall behind the girl. The girl is francesca sophia
I'm going to start this post with a disclaimer: I think talking about mental health is one of the most beneficial things you can do for your own self-care. I think being able to talk about how you're feeling is so so important, and I definitely would love to be able to be more open and honest about it.

I know what you're thinking: girl, haven't you shared a post on this very blog about your mental health? And again, about your #MeToo story? But bear with me on this one.

I got treatment; got medication; went to therapy; I told my close friends what was going on...and I have to admit, I kind of thought that was it. I'd done all the brave stuff and now I could sit back and look after myself.
And, theoretically, that is the case, for the most part.

I have good friends, a supportive family, a boyfriend who empathises, whether they have been through mental health issues or not. I am on the right medication (I hope!), finally.

But there's a heck of a lot more that comes after that.
Having a crappy, anxiety-prone, self-hating day at work isn't something I have ever been able to explain to my boss. If I can't make an appointment to meet my fella's family, I can't explain that I can't even get out of bed that day. If an acquaintance, an old school friend, a new blogging pal, wants to meet up, and I get so anxious that I end up having a panic attack on the tube, I don't want to admit that.

Why?
Because it's scary. Because I'm still afraid of getting the reaction I got in secondary school 'Fran, you can only come if you won't act so...depressed'. I'm scared of being 'let go' from another job and constantly blaming my anxiety, my change of medication. I'm scared of being judged, or having someone think I'm less capable because of my mental health.
Is that necessarily realistic? Is everyone going to think that? No. Probably, no one in my life would - whether in a work or a social environment - but the fear stops me, anyway.

Maybe one day, mental health will be something openly discussed; until then, I'm going to keep trying to be more honest about mine.

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