It happened this weekend. I looked in the mirror and actually liked the hair that I saw looking back at me. The whole story? I’ve mentioned it here and there but I have never put it all together at once. So here’s the scoop: I grew my hair out, longer than it had ever been. And I loved it. But, I was also growing out my natural color at the same time. Which left me with some crazy color variations. I finally had enough and told my stylist to chop it.
I decided to go for it. And while I was thrilled with the cut, I was also shocked. I know in some lights it doesn’t really look that gray, but in others it’s so very obvious. The combo of the new color without the light ends to distract from it and the new short cut, well, I was in full on identity crisis mode.
So has embracing my true hair color started a revolution in me? I guess so. Whatever you call it, it's been good.