Not two days ago a man who came through the drive-thru occasionally appeared. "Oh, you've changed your hair! You lightened it," he said with a smile on his face.
"Oh, yes. I was tired of having black hair."
"I like it. It looks good on you."
"Some of my friends would disagree with you there."
"Well, it's your hair." Again, another smile. So very completely he had managed to capture the insecurities I had had and wash them away. Yet he was no more than a stranger with whom I professionally participated in ritual with, I was happy. That compliment and fire he gave me calmed my nerves.
It is still taking some getting used to. Many years ago I told myself I would have white hair. In my mind it was the coolest thing ever. I'm still working on it - currently my hair is on a break and has been for about two weeks. When I went to the salon my hairdresser told me it was really damaged and to wait on bleaching it again for at least a month. We will see...
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