Last year my handsome husband of 28 years decided to go natural and having dyed his hair since a serious foot injury brought on premature graying at the age of 40, he really wanted to reduce the stress of trying to look younger. The result was a success and he literally went from being my long hair hunk to a silver fox for sure.
So, after some consideration I decided to join him on the path to natural hair which would mean using less hair products in the long run, reducing our carbon footprint again, so why not?
My original intent was to grow out my hair long enough, so I could cut into one of the signature bobs that I've been wearing since childhood. Sometimes the bob was longer than shorter, sometimes it was asymmetrical, but almost always in the same style. Unfortunately, the growing bob created a type of halo containing my natural growth with the color treated ends below gradually becoming dry and unruly.
The lowest point of my journey was captured digitally while visiting friends in Michigan. My generalized inflammation was so great at the time, I found it difficult to style my hair, so it was a mess. I had just finished a second-round steroids which made me bloat and feel awful, so I was feeling monstrous. When our Michigan guest took us to Sister Lakes Brewing Company for dinner, I found it profoundly significant when greeted by a huge Sasquatch garden statue on their patio. Was this an omen? If so, not a good one.
Fighting to regain my health I fought through the fog of depression with prayer and meditation. I had family and friends praying for me too. But the problem with my hair weighed on me and my unwillingness to let go of a style that I must have subconsciously considered part of my identity.
I had only two choices: keep growing it out or get it cut. Growing it out was my original plan, but it meant waiting.
Enter my amazing hair stylist, Anne. I showed her a few pics and ideas and she made it clear that she was not going to be able to remove all the color treated hair but would do her best. She suggested a shorter version of my usual bob, but something inside of me knew that was not going to help move me forward, so I told her this:
The blond bob was my mom hair, my drama teacher hair. What I need now is something fashion forward, something different, something that will inspire me experiment with new styles without being held back by old habits.
Of course, when she was complete, and I looked in the mirror with mixed feelings. What had I done! This is the shortest cut I've ever had in my entire life. I suddenly didn't feel like myself. I spent the next day on the phone with my mother crying like Anne of Green Gables about her lost tresses.
But, remembering my initial goal of reducing the number of products used in my hair helped me focus again on the importance of self-love and giving myself grace to express the emotions that arose with this next step in life.
Now, I've got a fun style that looks great with tall collars and scarves so I'm very excited to be rocking this hair style during the beautiful fall fashion season. Will I keep it this short? Who knows. But I've learned to trust my instincts, trust the professionals, and that any decision to lighten your carbon footprint and reduce stress is a journey worth taking.
Go with me!
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