It’s funny how we assume we’ll deal with things.
Six months ago, in the midst of my work turmoil, the betrayal by friends and the change in my health and fitness – I also made the leap to donate my hair to Locks of Love.
35cm of my hair gone in one go. From a mid-back mop to a clippered bob.
Now, I truly did ASSUME that it would be a massive shock. That I would feel that loss. That ‘bareness’ of taking my hair shield away.
Instead, I felt freedom. And that brazen boldness that people had no choice but to be looking at my face as I had so little hair to be taking attention!
Six months later, it’s just getting shorter and funkier! (and my face is getting more angular and even cheekier by the day, oops!)
But you wonder ‘what if’. What if I still had hair?! So for ten minutes tonight I wore extensions to have my hair back.
And I realised that my hair was a hiding place. I kept it hidden in a pony tail 90% of the time but if I had to feel ‘pretty’ it could be dragged out as a token gesture. Because I wasn’t capable of feeling pretty I could make my hair DO something pretty instead.
These days, I have two options – curly bob and straight bob!
If I want to be pretty, it needs to come from me.
And it does. Because my beauty has nothing to do with my hair. Or even my face.
In the words of a woman I’ve admired since I was a baby:
Be you. Be beautiful.