In the past, my hair has been every color of the rainbow. My sophomore and junior year of high school, it was jet black (but I was no goth—I wore a flower in it everyday!). My senior year, I had the black bleached out, and the resulting bright red toned down, to a pretty auburn. Then, my freshman year of college, I went platinum. First, I wore a bobbed glamour-girl style, sometimes curling it for a Marilyn Monroe look. Then a grew it long and parted it in the middle, thus earning myself the nickname “Marsha” (Brady, that is).
As I finished college, I ran out of money, so my hair gradually made its way back to its natural light brown/dark blond, and I continued to keep it natural as I started teaching. I eventually started getting it cut at the salon, instead of doing it myself, but other than that, not much changed.
Then, when I was 28, I got my first gray hair.
I plucked that hair out, and the others that followed. Then, I started getting strategically placed highlights, that covered up the offending strands of silver. The summer after Beanie was born, my hair bleached so much from the sun, that I didn’t get it highlighted at all. As we went into fall, I did not color it again.
So, now, I keep my hair natural, silver highlights and all. And these are my reasons:
- I abhor the notion that women are only beautiful in their teens and twenties. I’m 34, and I would not want to go back to those days at all. Experience makes us stronger, and as we grow we become more beautiful.
- In trying to look younger, we’re focusing on the past—a time that’s over, that can’t be changed or regained. A lot of life happens after 29, and there is no point in longing for one particular decade.
- The obsession with looking younger is largely borne out of a fear of growing older. I’m not going to bury my head in the sand and deny the fact that it is happening. I’ve got too much to do, and there’s no room in my life for the mental clutter of fear.
- All stages of life need to be experienced, and celebrated. When we fixate on maintaining one stage, we miss the lessons, the joy, and the beauty of the next.
- All right, I’ll say it—I like how my silver highlights look! I know that, with my hair color, the strands of white hair blend in, and aren’t very obvious. But, they shimmer. They add a certain sparkle to my hair, that I really like.
However, while I do not dye my hair, I did recently make a somewhat dramatic change. I decided to shed my long, hippie hair for a shorter, more polished look. I was thinking of getting the bob that I had when I first met Rob, but my stylist came up with something that I like even better. Here are the before and after pictures. What do you think?
P.S. Check out my guest post, Lessons from the Nomadic Life, at Slow Your Home. Many thanks to Brooke, for allowing me to share it on her blog!