A friend tried to talk me into growing my hair long. No matter what reason she gave, I just smiled and said, “Nope.”
My hair is STRAIGHT. Heavy, thick, and straight. In the late Sixties, I was actually in fashion. I parted it in the middle, and wore it straight down. Other girls were IRONING their hair, and my hair was perfect!
Then waves and curls returned. My hair won’t hold a curl. All through junior high, I slept on curlers and invested in setting gel and hairspray. But by the end of the schoolday, it was straight!
I tried hot rollers. My hair laughed at them. I’d get a perm. My hair laughed harder.
I finally learned to cut it short, and perm every three to four months. Any longer, the weight of my hair would pull out the perm.
In my forties, I had major grey. I used the temp, shampoo-in stuff, and it looked pretty good.
Then the temp stuff didn’t suffice. I had to switch to the permanent coloring. I ended up too many times with a color that wasn’t on the box! And mind you, I was still getting perms!
At fifty, I said, “Enough!” I cut it all off, and went punk. I settled on one inch length, and I adore it! It sticks up, and COTU#2 giggles when she runs her hands over my head. I don’t color it, I don’t perm it. By cutting it so short, I allow the naturally straight hair to express itself freely!
And by letting all the grey show, I get senior discounts everywhere!
Moral of my story? It’s YOUR hair, it’s YOUR head! If you want it long, leave it alone! For GAWD’S sake, it certainly isn’t worth a panic attack to make somebody else happy!
~VOW
(COTU is a family saying which means “Center of the Universe.” It is used for the grandkids: COTU#1, COTU#2, COTU#3)