My hair has always been a source of great stress to me. When it’s all one length the top layer is almost dead straight, whereas underneath it is curly and fluffy and a totally different texture. I basically have schizophrenic hair. It even defies gravity, instead of growing down; it grows out, getting fluffier and fluffier along the way. For years I have struggled with it, I have struggled with hairdressers (who inevitably fail to get it) and usually end up tying it back in a ponytail.
Ever since my first crush, Robert, pointed out that I had mushroom hair (you can read more about that here if you’re interested) I’ve been convinced that if I only had nice hair, I would be happy. Forever. And so I’ve always been very conservative at the hairdresser’s, never going for anything different, something edgy (well, I did have dreadlocks once, but that’s just stupid) because if it turned out I didn’t like it, my life would be ruined.
Yesterday I took a day out to look after myself; I had been feeling increasingly low and unmotivated and needed some TLC. And out of the blue I decided to get a haircut. I didn’t go in there thinking I’d change it radically, I was just fed up with it, just like I felt pretty fed up with myself. I’m not sure what possessed me, but I gave Gary (a hairdresser I’ve never seen before) free reins.
And now I look like Michael Bolton circa 1989… and I’m loving it. Apart from some weird feathery, wing-like bits flapping around like spaniel ears I feel great; I feel unleashed, set free, a little bit crazy, a little bit wild… I’m finally celebrating the mushroom head I am and always will be.
Have you done anything crazy lately?Ps. Thanks for all your support yesterday, it really blew me away.