It's kind of ironic that I would end up writing a blog that largely discusses hair. We did not get the good hair gene at our house. My hair was baby fine for most of my life. It fell out during chemotherapy 12 years ago and came back hearty, wavy and gray. It's still somewhat fine, but I actually came out of that ordeal with much better hair.
I quit dying it three years ago. Went super-short and then started growing it longer. I had a lot of fears about longer gray hair, because I stupidly read all this crap that says you should wear your hair short if you're over 40. Or you should wear your hair short if it's fine. Or you should wear your hair short if it's gray. I said screw it, I want long hair.
My hair still isn't long -- it's at the bottom of my neck -- but I like it so far. I'm starting to feel like a girl with long hair. I find myself running my fingers through it at the base of the neck. Why, I'll bet I could even do the hair toss!
I was at an event Saturday night, and a woman at my table had this amazing thick bob with silver streaks, and for a moment, I felt this pang of envy. What a head of hair! But then I thought, you know, I like the smooth line of MY hair and how it drapes around MY neck. I like the absence of puff and spike. I like that my fine hair is longish but not heavy. My hair matches me. It matches my body.
Never in a million years would I have dreamed there was anything positive to say about my hair. I've always wanted something different. But my self-image started to change when I stopped pretending my hair was brown. Learning to rock the silver and experimenting with length and style has freed me up to love the hair I have. I hope it does the same for you!
