I got a haircut recently, and I’ve decided my journey with letting my natural hair color grow in is coming to an end. One more cut and I think L’Oreal #5AR will be gone. See ya’, warm medium brown.
Welcome, 15 shades of gray.
From this angle, people have asked me if I’m highlighting my hair. Or if I have a new hairdo. Or if I’ve lost weight. Or if I’ve had a nose job. They recognize something is different, but apparently, it’s subtle enough to be confusing.
I would love to tell them I’ve done all of those things, but the reality is, I’m just being me.
And you know what? I’m liking it.
Even the crown of my head, where the gray is most evident.
There’s a patch back there that is trying hard to be white. Eventually, I may be all white, but for now, the whites are mostly containing themselves to a topknot area, for some odd reason. Only God can color a mane with a stroke that hits and misses so delicately.
I did not think I would like my hair when I started this journey exactly nine months ago. (Wow, has it been that long? My first, scary post about this is HERE.) I feared I would look old and colorless. I’m sure I do look older, but you know what? I’ve realized I don’t care. I’ve become quite comfortable with my shifting color. And my age-appropriate hair.
Something changed inside during these nine months because I went from “I’ll probably regret this, what if I look horrible?!!” to “Oh well. Whatever.”
No one is more shocked than I am.
Part of the reason this transition has been painless is that I’ve also realized people don’t care. People, (especially us women) are so wrapped up in our own appearance, we don’t give full attention to the details of another. (I should speak for myself here.) Men don’t notice, and most wouldn’t comment if they did. (I wrote a guest post about that HERE. Check it out. I got a lot of comments on this one.)
In the long run, colored hair is not that important. With concerns about ISIS, and jobs, and why the seasons of Downton Abbey are so short, there’s just so much more to think about. For me, I realized coloring my hair was a frivolous and a bit self-absorbed thing. Who was I trying to impress? The world does not care about my hair color. And as I’ve written before, what other people think of me is none of MY business. I care about what God thinks of me. And I’d rather be working on that.
So, I’ve decided I’m not going back to L’Oreal. She was kind to me for 12 years, but it’s time to move on. I had some trepidation at the beginning of this journey, but really…this was the easiest break-up I’ve ever endured.
Join me, ladies. Come over to the gray side. Be free. Free at last.
Oh, look! There’s another little shock of white popping out!
Dec. 2019 update photo…
I’m so OK with it.
The (riveting) journey of accepting my wisdom highlights here: