Because I Don’t Want To

The girl who cuts my hair really wants me to color it. She’s brought it up several times, and every time I’ve pleasantly changed the subject. I suppose there’s a cynical argument to be made that she wants to make more money per appointment, and maybe that’s it. But I don’t really think so. I’m afraid she thinks I don’t know any better, and she’s trying to help. (Truly. I don’t think she’s ever seen me wear makeup, which to someone in the beauty industry must seem strange. She probably feels a little sorry for me.) I suppose I should just tell her next time why I’m not scheduling color, or doing it myself at home.

Because I don’t want to.

This seems to be, in the mildest possible way, counter-cultural. Most of the women I know either dye their gray hairs or pull them out. And let me say right now that if you do, you go girl. I think you should do exactly what you want to do with your hair. I think I should, too. What I want to do with my hair is to let it be.

20140420-214158.jpg

That is not the most flattering picture I’ve ever taken of myself, but you do not even know how many shots I had to take to get an angle on that without getting either my pajama pants or a toilet in the frame. Or catching an absurd expression. Anyway, I’ve got a kind of a sideways skunk stripe going on. Also a nice sprinkling of salt throughout the pepper, but that’s harder to see here.

I have dyed my hair in the past. I had some highlights done at a salon once or twice, but honestly I didn’t really like it. It didn’t look like me. I did some boxed stuff at home, and got away without any tragedies, but … eh. That didn’t really look like me, either. So I let it grow out, and here I am.

This is at least a little because I don’t want to pay the salon prices for color and doing the stuff at home just seems like too much work. The minute the roots appear, it’s another thing to add to my list of things that I will procrastinate to the last inch to-do list. But I do manage to get my hair cut, even though finding an appointment time that works is annoying and sometimes guilt-inducing, and I cringe a little every time I see the total on the debit card slip. So it isn’t just that.

It’s mostly because I am, finally, okay with me. As is.

I do not mean that I don’t think I need to change anything. I have lots of work to do. If anyone knows of a twelve-step program for chronic foot-in-mouth syndrome, that would probably be a good place to start. What I mean is that for the first time since I was in elementary school, I don’t look in the mirror and reflexively despise myself.

That sounds kind of harsh. But it’s true. (There are probably a lot of contributing factors that we won’t get into because you did not come here to be my therapist.) And I am getting off the self-hatred hamster wheel if it kills me.

There is a five-inch scar across my throat, and I am (oddly?) kind of proud of it. It’s part of my story. My crow’s feet get pretty deep when I smile now, and I like them. I plan to make them worse by smiling as often as possible. I am getting a lot of gray hairs, and I’m keeping them. I earned them.

It is entirely possible that at some point in the future (when the salt is gaining ground on the pepper), I will look at myself in the mirror and decide that I am totally okay with me, as is, but that I would also like to be a brunette again, just for kicks. But not right now.

If my hairdresser doesn’t like it, she can kiss my sweet skunk stripe.

2 thoughts on “Because I Don’t Want To

  1. Erin April 21, 2014 at 1:44 pm Reply

    Love this, fellow L&L sister. My mother has always refused to dye her hair, or wear makeup. She doesn’t have the time for it. She even finds it silly that I should bother with makeup-but I do not possess the self-esteem she does I suppose. At 26 I’ve already got a significant amount of grey hair that I’ve taken to covering by going bleach blonde.

    Reading your post inspires me to be more like you, more like my mother-strong and confident in who you are! Thank you for this!

  2. Carol April 21, 2014 at 2:30 pm Reply

    I do wear makeup sometimes, Erin. We went to a wedding on Saturday and I did the whole deal, and it was fun! I’m not at all against it; I just don’t often bother. I’m nearly 40, so I’m quite a bit older than you, too. I probably would have been more aggressive with color if I were more gray at 26. But it is really nice to not feel like I *need* to. :)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: