Love It Or Leave It: Demi Lovato’s Ever-Light Locks

Demi, Demi, Demi. I love you, girl, but why do you keep messing with your hair? Seems like every time I turn around, the hair’s blonder and blonder. I’m really not digging it. Not only do you just look better as a brunette, but this blonde just washes your face right out. And the shade? Please. I’m almost insulted that you’d think people wouldn’t catch it. This was a botched home job, wasn’t it. Your mama told you it was alright when you walked out of your bedroom, crying with remorse that you didn’t put enough toner in it and now it’s just too late, no amount of deposit-only color’s going to fix this mistake, so we may as well just let it grow out and have it be a lesson learned. Is that how it went down? ‘Cause that’s how I’m picturing it. Your mama said leave it be, so you’ve got no other choice but to walk around ’til it fades and begins to root.

But girl, they have these things called ‘hats.’ Novel concept. Ch-ch check it out.