I last dyed you six months ago and I’ll fess up—I was miserable at first, skidding on the border of a slightly funky depression that I had to cross to the other side of—and I had to embrace my womanhood with a severe honesty. As I dug out my hats to cover those wiry, silver weeds, you showed your sign of approval by showing me new hair growth at a leisurely pace, and you didn’t let my hair fall out in devastating clumps.
Youth and age is a tricky sort, inside my mind, I’m still a jubilant girl and yet my mirrored reflection tells me that there is another story—a true story of 41 years on this universe. I had stopped wearing you up for fear of looks and judgments and I’d cunningly parted my hair in different directions to cover the rapid growth of those peek-a-boo grays.
Remember how ill I felt before our hair appointment? The anticipation from Serge’s unfathomable opinion was nerve-wracking and the runway walk through the salon awakened my ego’s paranoid reckoning. Serge is lovely, but he is in the “industry” after all…
Serge appeared and we air kissed each other. As he examined you, I told him the news. He listened to me thoughtfully and I was whisked away to the shampoo station by his assistant. Serge took charge of you in a masterly way, and halfway through the haircut, he said in his endearing French accent, “Daaaarling, zyou have no grays in zthe back of your head, zthis will be a fantastique project for both of us, with zthe right lhyering zit will be très chic, non?” I might have peed a little with relief and I felt a turbulent happiness.
After that pivotal moment from our hair therapist, I channeled a reverse Daphne Guinness and started to wear you up again, fully abandoning the hats, proudly and purposely parting my hair to show the streaks. I’m just as confused as you are about why we are getting catcalls from young boys (hello? Is this a Mrs. Robinson complex?), but I must thank you for making me realize what non-damaged hair looks and feels like and that it’s a badge of honor to show the sign of a life lived.