Went to the dentist yesterday. On the way to the procedure room, one of the hygienists remarked on the color of my hair. She said she really liked the color of it.
All my young life I hated the color of my hair. I wanted straight black hair. I had wavy red hair. I had one girl friend whose hair was a bit lighter than mine. Guess I identified with her.
For the next 50 years or so I permed it, colored it (wanted a brighter color) and often just let it do it's own thing.
Then as I neared 60 I started looking at my hair color in a different way. It is unique. You can't get this color from a bottle. It has pretty much stayed the same since my Mother clipped my first lock and put it in my baby book. I have some grey coming in now (actually, it looks more blond than grey). I'll probably not turn grey like others my age, rather the red will fade and get lighter (turn yellowish) until it becomes almost white (I'm told it will happen that way, anyway).
In the mean time I'll truely enjoy the color it is now. Just as I've come to appreciate my overall shape and general abilities.
Acceptance, yes. Appreciation, definitely.
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I agree. It is beautiful and unique. Striking against a red hat and purple.
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