I’m doing it.
I’ve spent years covering my grey hair (or is it white?). At first it wasn’t such a big deal. Every 5-6 weeks, no biggie. Now those roots start popping at week 2 and by week 4…I’ve used half a bottle of root concealer in a desperate attempt to cover those pesky guys.
No one told me this was going to be a race against Mother Nature (as if I’d ever take HER on). No one warned me that I was (almost) locking myself into a life of ammonia and ick and not wanting to put my hair in a ponytail because the nape of my neck was a dead give-away. But here I am. And the reality is, had I stopped to ponder ANY of this and where it was headed when I started to cover those greys, this would be a whole different sob story. But I didn’t.
Recently, I’ve been on a seemingly neverending quest to get all the chemicals out of my life. To date, I’ve found replacements for these chemical-laden products:
- Body wash
- Face moisturizer
- Face cleanser
- Laundry Detergent/Dryer Sheets
…But I still have lots of things on my list to tackle. Namely, makeup (I have a few trial products coming soon – will keep you posted) and cleaning supplies.
Obviously putting seriously icky chemicals like ammonia on your scalp and letting it sit there for 30 minutes can’t possibly be good for you but I’ve been resistant to ditch the dye and even considered doing henna instead. And then I thought, For what? So I can run to a henna salon every 3 weeks instead? No thanks.
It’s time to be a big girl and cut my losses and my locks and let those grey babies shine through. I called my hairdresser and she has a plan. It mostly entails shorter hair and highlights to mask the transition better than my currently super-dark hair would (no way I’m doing the skunk route). But I’m doing it.
I’m half excited and half petrified of the coming months. But this all seems part and parcel of whatever weird transition I’m going through right now. I take solace in the quote, Any transition serious enough to alter your definition of self will require not just small adjustments in your ways of living and thinking but a full-on metamorphosis.
I’ll skip the pun about returning to my roots and opt to see this as another step along the path of returning to myself.
Have you walked this path yet? Any advice?