There once was a small lassie.
Whose hair could be brassy.
She straightened her locks.
Until one day she stopped.
She didn’t care if she even looked classy.
When I turned 40 I stopped coloring my hair. I did it to tell myself I am good enough. I wanted to be true and authentic. I am who I am. Take me as I come. For once and for all I’m going to love myself!
I colored it a million shades of red over the years even though it was never gray. Now that I don’t color it my gray sparkles through. Some might color their hair to hide their age. I’m embracing it.
I stopped straightening the curl once I had my own curly haired kid. I fell in love with his beautiful locks. Why was I trying to cover up who I am? My own hair was just as lovely. Why couldn’t I see that?
Now I like to be me, naturally.