Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Hair Confessions

Throughout my adult life I have adamently been opposed to coloring my hair.  When I was very young, I wasn't "allowed" to get my hair colored, even though I wasn't satisfied with it's mousy brown look.

By the time I was old enough to do whatever I wanted with my hair, I was no longer interested.  Brown, yes.  Mousy, no.  It had natural red and blond highlights.  I liked it.

Tonight, I have an appointment for my hair. 

Tonight, I'll be getting some sort of coloring done to it, just as I did (for the first time in my life) last May. 

Why?  Because I can't deal with my hair getting old faster than I am!  Okay, maybe it's not that bad, but I'll not be able to count the grays to tell you how many there are.  Before my first adventure to coloring, I could easily count 10-20...that I could see without using a second mirror.  I have no idea how many were in the back being noticed by others.  And no, I couldn't deal.  I can't deal.  I still associate gray hair with "old" people.  I still feel like I'm in my twenties rather than someone who has passed their 20 year high school reunion mark.  Hell, I can't be gray-haired if my mom isn't gray-haired, right?!

Perhaps someday I'll be ready to see the gray signs of age when I look in the mirror, but not yet.  How about you?

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