Sunday, May 17, 2009
i come from a lineage of hardcore & off-the-hook hairdyers. when i was little, i would watch my mother dye my grandmother's hair to jetblack. my mother is always between chocolate and black walnut fuchsia. that is what my people do. this is how we roll.
every woman who has found a gray hair knows the horrible pain of the backwards eye rolling & focusing to tweeze it in the mirror. that shit hurts. then, it gets to the point that you can't get them anymore and you give up and hit the bottle. l'oreal, that is.
about four years ago, i started seeing those gray hairs. it wasn't a battle with mortality, but it was my personal battle of being perceived as old and, even worse, being perceived as acting old. no child wants an old mom. responsible is one thing, but acting old is an entirely different bucket of worms.
i would love to give credit to a woman, but i have to give it to my man, robert downey, jr. oh em Geee. there was a photo of him with his glitter rockin' and i thought "why is he hot & sexy & not acting old with a little glittercrust? why do women feel a need to dye, dye, dye when robert there can just smile & sparkle?"
after that moment of clarity, i just started to embrace my glitter and let it grow out. this, of course, slays my mother cuz when we are together, her jig is up. (sorry, mother.) i asked all three of my children what they thought about it and they actually like it.
on tuesday, i got in the chair and said 'virgin hair, please' and i started all over on a new journey of me. i might grow it out, i might keep it short, but i am keeping the glitter, each and every sparkle.