Mirror, Mirror… why did you do this to me?
Several years ago, I had my hair cut off. Not just an inch or two, but a lot of hair cut off. I went from below the shoulders to layered short, short bob. I thought the cut was cute and was so excited to have a new look. Then I looked in the mirror after a good night’s sleep. And I saw my mother. Yes, my mother was staring back at me from that shiny surface above the sink. No matter how I adjusted the lighting, changed my make-up or tried to rearrange the short layers, I looked like my mother. Not my mother at the age I am now, but my mother who is 21 years older than I am.
I decided to ride it out and adjust to the new me (or, technically, older me). Months passed by and I started to get used to the different me. The “mom” me. Don’t get me wrong. I never stopped seeing “mom” in the mirror, but I at least got used to it. It no longer startled me. I expected it. Every. Morning.
I also have to confess that I’m stubborn. Stubborn to the point of not admitting I made a hair style choice MISTAKE. Short hair is not for me. So I stuck it out for a year. Yes, I had that short style because I’m stubborn, mule-headed, unwilling to admit defeat.
But then the second winter was approaching and I had my excuse…my head and neck were too cold! So, the slow process of growing out my hair began. After another year I was so excited to be seeing my old self in the mirror (still with shorter hair, but progress was making itself known). Finally, a few years later, all the layers had grown out and I was me again.
This has me reflecting (pun intended) on how we identify ourselves with our style. Whether it’s hair, clothing, makeup or something else, our self is visual. Just a small change can change how we see ourselves.
During the pandemic I decided since I hadn’t been able to get a hair appointment I was going to stop having my hair colored. This came from realizing that my hair growth during the first six months showed me my real color–grey! I saved time and money by letting the blond grow out. And it’s a new me.
So, now when I look in the mirror, I’m smiling back at an older me, but not my mother. She’s not gone grey (or so her hair stylist says)! But my hair is still long and a nice mix of dark hair and platinum grey. The hair color people younger than I are paying for! I’m stylish! Or so my friends say. I don’t care about that. I’m just me. A slightly more well off me without the expensive color appointments.
“Hair brings one’s self-image into focus; it is vanity’s proving ground. Hair is terribly personal, a tangle of mysterious prejudices.” ~ Shana Alexander