Two boxes of hair color sit in the pantry. One is light blond. One is ash blond. The boxes have left the closet a couple of times. I go from mirror to mirror wondering, wondering what I really want.
This morning I once more stood before the mirror looking at my taupe hair. Since it has grown out, the natural color looks highlighted. I notice that the color of my clothes and the color of my skin and eyes seem to be more in sync. Could it be the hair. My natural color?
I watched the Today Show this morning. Topic....hair color. I wanted them to hear my opinion. I wanted to shout at talk shows and commercialism. I wanted to tell them all to STOP! Don't continue to make us over. Let us embrace who we are.
On Facebook this morning, a friend posted pictures of little girls, probably about twelve, getting ready to go to a dance. They looked like mini twenty year olds. Make up in place. Hair styled. Dresses more appropriate for a prom than for a middle school dance. What are we telling the children?
It's not just about hair color. I don't care what anyone else does with their hair. I care about the message. I care that we are all trying to look as young as possible. I know that I am more likely to be hired with my hair colored. But why? Men are hired with grey and white hair. Why not celebrate who we are at all ages? I want my granddaughters to know that they should be proud of their looks. I want them to know that I am proud of my looks.
"Can I see your ID?" he asked.
"Are you looking at me?" I replied.
"What year were you born?" he continued.
"Are you and idiot? Do you think they sell this hair color?!" I wanted to shout.
He rang up the Pinot Gris.
Ah.....in all of my natural beauty.
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