"Shoulder length or longer,
Here baby, there, momma, everywhere, daddy, daddy
Long as God can grow, my hair".*
What is our fascination with the golden tresses. We admire those who have them and feel cheated when our own hair does not give us the same satisfaction. Toss your head around and feel your luxurious mane glide from side to side in slow motion--magical!
Hmmm. In my 65 years, I think that happened about once when I was still in high school and I'm not sure if it actually did the whole swaying movement--I only thought it did. Mine has never been in the lush quality or quantity category that we all envy. I would rate it as wimpy fine with a random uncontrollable curl that never seemed to curl in the right direction.
When I went through chemotherapy a few years ago, I was completely distraught at the thought of losing it all--which happened; and after shaving it off I didn't feel quite as devastated as I imagined. However, after months of chemicals flowing through my body the stubble began to grow and I swore I would never cut my hair again picturing me as Rapunzel with golden locks down to my knees.
Didn't happen. After it began to grow back in I remembered the weak texture, and with the added chemo toxicity, the quality didn't improve. Mid chin length is what I settled on and it suited me fine for a while. Looked okay but it was a pain to blow dry every day without stunning results and was a constant reminder of the after effects of the drugs.
After thinning again because of my current medication I made the decision. Short was going to be the new me. It took a bit of an adjustment but now when I get up in the morning it is a quick shower, towel dry and I am off saving the world or whatever is on my agenda for the day. Time is precious and an additional fifteen more minutes does make a difference. Besides, I remind myself (which sounds like my mother), beauty lies within us and quit being so shallow. At least that's my justification when my gaze settles on someone with that "shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen"* hair and I feel the jealousy bug popping its head out.
I say, unite short hairs and embrace the young sleeker look and think... sassy. That's what my new do makes me feel. Although I still admire those with the endless flowing tresses and often envision a luxurious head of hair, this short cut is working out just fine.
Thanks for reading #517 of 7777.
*Metrolyrics (Lyrics to Hair)