Self Image

Day 63

Yesterday I was feeling my inner rebel and went crazy at the hair salon. I came home with some highlights that I didn't go in there with. Now, if you know me, you know that I take tremendous pride in my hair. It's always been my thing. You can imagine my devastation when I started to get a few grays. Thankfully, I've got a stylist who covers them and allows me to keep my otherwise very dark brown locks.

Here's the thing. If I'm being honest, the reason that I've always taken so much pride in my hair is because it's one of the few things I thought I had going for me. I was so ashamed of my weight that I would take every opportunity to divert attention away from it that I could find. I suppose it's fair to say that I wasn't ashamed enough to do something about it.

Until...

It was December 26th. People talk about suddenly having moments of clarity. Even now it doesn't "feel" like it was a moment of clarity. When I look back, I remember it more as drawing a line in the sand and thinking to myself "that's it". Simple. Straightforward. I made a plan. I started this blog. I let go of my past. And, I never looked back.

62 days later, a healthier, more vibrant, and happier person sat down in the stylist chair and said "what do you think about highlights?" I don't know who was more shocked at the words coming out of my mouth... me or my stylist, who by the way has been doing my hair for over 10 years. A friend asked me why i did it and I said "why not, it's just hair?"

For the first time in 20 years, maybe ever, I feel good about the skin I'm in, the person I am and where I'm going. And, it shows.

Cheers!
Margaret