I have always been what you would call “safe” with my hair. I had an awful mushroom cut as a child that left me afraid to ever cut it. Throughout the rest of my childhood I stuck with long hair until my teens when I got the idea to get a cute bob. I left the salon feeling fantastic – until my boyfriend at the time told me it looked horrible – and my heart sank.
Since then, I’ve had a few unfortunate hair mistakes that I personally hated – the time I bleached my hair and it turned orange, the time the salon took me blond and I of course, went orange, or the time I got bangs, recommended to me by a stylist even after I told her I really didn’t think they’d be right – and so I’ve always been a bit shy with change. So my hair remained boring, which I never felt was a true expression of me.
A few years ago though, after finding the right salon and getting properly educated about MY hair, I was able to really feel comfortable to experiment again.
Over 2 years I gradually went blonde which I LOVED! Then I got bored with it and decided to go completely different and try a bright colour, which I had never done before. Again I LOVED it.
One of the things I’ve always wanted to do was a partial shave. So I took it dark and then marked out how far I wanted to take it. This would be my most difficult cut yet but I tell you, it was liberating and again, I LOVE it!
What I have learned from my recent hair experimentation:
I don’t need anyone’s approval
That time when my boyfriend hated my hair and I felt like my life was ruined? Well I’ve grown up and my skin has thickened! I no longer feel like I need approval from anyone. You don’t like it? Thanks for your opinion but I still love it. You would never do that to your own hair? Well I’m sure there’s lots of things I wouldn’t consider doing either. While it’s nice to hear complements, and I’ve also had so many of those which does feel awesome btw, I definitely don’t need them to feel good about myself or my choices.
People don’t stare as much as I thought
I think this says a lot about how times have changed. I grew up where if you did anything out of the ordinary, you got the eyes and stares from most who walked by. I spoke to a friend about this recently – she not only has “non-typical” hair, she is covered in tattoos and piercings. I asked her flat out if people stared. She said not anymore. That there was a time when she would get a lot of random comments and when she walked in a room, she could feel all eyes on her – but this attitude has taken a large shift.
I notice it at my kids school. I thought maybe there would be some looks from other parents, especially with the purple, but nothing. Although, had there been any looks, I may not have noticed because I was too busy looking fabulous. 😉
My kids are brutally honest
After my shave, my son walked in and yelled out “Oh My Gosh! Was that an accident?” After he got over the initial shock, he then told me I was not “cool enough” to have this hair. LOL! It didn’t phase me though. This is the same kid who once asked why my muscles were on the bottom of my arm.
Saying that, this gave me some insight in to my son and my need to expose him further to the idea that self-expression is a fabulous and normal thing. We’re working on it.
My husband doesn’t care
I say this in a good way – my hair, or anything else on the outside, does not change my husband’s view of me one bit. This is why I married the guy! He loves me for what’s inside and he finds me beautiful even on my worst days. Through my horrible haircuts, outfit choices and other failed experiments, he has always been my number 1 fan and I love him so much for it.
I am so fortunate!
Ok, so it didn’t take a hairstyle to make me see this – but it has definitely added another coin in the proof jar. I’m sitting here today writing a post about my hair – that’s what I have on my mind today. And one of the things I have worried about in the past. My hair. How silly right? A lot of people in this world have so much huge stuff going on – and yet here I am able to spend time wondering what I will do with my hair next – because I have the freedom to do that.