Does my hairstyle say anything about me? It would depend on who you ask. The shortest I've ever had my hair was just on the tops of my shoulders. I was about 10 years old. I didn't really care what I looked like at that age, so it didn't matter. What I did however hate, was that whenever my parents had a party, my mother would curl my hair so much, that I know longer felt that I looked like me. I looked like someone she thought I should look like. She figured that if I looked perfect in her eyes, that others would think that we were this perfect little family. Ha! Ha! As I grew older, I decided to grow my hair long, with bangs. My length never got longer than half way down my back, but I loved the way it felt and looked. I loved the simplicity of it. Shower and go! My bangs however were constantly brushed out of my face from my mother. She would say things like, "Get your hair out of your face!" She would also tell me that my thin. blonde hair did not look good long and that the longer I grew it, the worse it would look. AAAHHH!!!
Being a swimmer as a child, I decided on my own, to let my bangs grow out. When I got out of the ocean or a swimming pool, my bangs would stick straight up. Not that I was huge on my physical appearance yet, but come on... You know when you look dorky. I kept that long, bangless style up until the age of thirty. Again, simple! Shower and go! On my 30th birthday, I did something that to me was drastic. I was ready for a change! So, I sat in a hairdresser's chair, told her to cut it up to my shoulders with some whispy layers and a long bang that would be long enough to tuck behind an ear. I closed my eyes and let her go to town. That took some major trust on my part. Major!!!!!!!!! I told myself, "Don't worry! If you hate it, it'll grow out! At least you're trying something different."
I loved it! It was cute and sassy! Happy 30th birthday to me! Ok, so I let it all grow out again. It was going to require a trim once a month to keep it cute and sassy and I had no confidence that it would ever look as great as it did, since the woman that gave me the great cut packed up and moved to another state. (Maybe my hair fears scared her away! LOL)
So here I am at 40 with long hair. Longer than it's ever been in my life! No bangs! No layers! Just long, straight hair. What does all of this silliness about my hair say about me? Maybe I am just comfortable with myself. Maybe I am rebelling against my mother. My friends love my hair and I get a lot of compliments on it. 'But once again, I am ready for change. I think I am now comfortable enough with myself to go for change despite what anyone might say. You only live once! 'And if I hate it, it'll grow out again! I am ready to step out of my comfort zone and go for it! Let the scissors start snipping! Happy 40 to me! I wonder what I'll do at 50? Maybe I'll die it black and get a bobcut! LOL!