A few months ago I walked into my Primary Art class and a few of the kids looked a little bemused. They stared at me, squinting, and after a few moments it begun. Why do you look different Miss? What have you done differently? I know, she has new sunglasses. No she doesn't, they're the same as always! Duh!
Until one kid, tentatively...
Miss, are you having a bad hair day?
As a matter of fact, I wasn't. I had simply run out of time to straighten my hair. I'd given it a quick shot with the hairdryer and raced out the door, feeling slightly self conscious about the wild lion mane I was sporting.
I've been straightening my hair for over ten years now. Ten years of abusing my poor locks with hair straighteners and hairdryers. To be perfectly honest, I'm actually surprised that it hasn't rebelled on me and that I still have hair. Those who meet me look at me with disbelief when I tell them I'm naturally a brunette with ringlets.
However, it's time for a change. It's time to embrace the curls again, and let me tell you something. It feels liberating. I love that it takes five minutes to dry. I love that I don't have to spend over half an hour battling the cowlicks to try and get that sleek, straight look. I love that if I accidentally get caught in the rain, I simply don't care.
It's nice to have some volume. OK, I may look a little like an eighties rocker reject, but meh. I'm calling it surfie chick hair instead!
I wrote a post on Saturday which mentioned how I was embracing my curls again. I am, but it's so much more. I'm embracing the Rhi that I once was. The 16 year old Rhi, with the brunette curls who hated her hair. Who cursed it, and felt so insecure that she had to try and disguise it by blowdrying it straight. Which would end up in a not-so-attractive puffball by the end of the day due to that time being before hair straighteners. (Now I'm just showing my age...)
I know it may be just hair, but at the time it was so much more to me. It represented my shyness and insecurities, and I guess I was hoping that if could somehow change the outside, it would help with the inside. When then became a habit which I am breaking now, fourteen years later.
Now, that definitely is liberating.