Oh my poor hair. Y’all, it has been through a lot in the past 30 years of living on this earth – crazy colors, weird styles, awkward haircuts and the whole shebang of products and styling doohickeys and accessories. And yet it’s still here with me, thank goodness, plugging along as I make my way through life.
When I was about 14 I highlighted my hair for the first time. My mom strapped the cap on me and used the crochet hook thingy to pull sections of my hair out all over my head. We painted the chemical stuff on, waited 30 minutes (I think?) and rinsed it out.
That was just about the first and last time that I home-highlighted my hair and it actually looked good, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t use every out of town volleyball trip or other opportunity to change up my color. We (me and my hair) have done super dark, accidental green, red-turned-fuschia, and more. Like I said, it has been a journey!
I have tried a few times to go back to my natural color and honestly just felt like it was too boring and went back to blond. 16 years of being mostly blond will kind of skew that a little bit, so when I started to think about doing something BOLD with my hair I thought what could be better than going darker? Not chocolatey brown, but what if I (GASP!!!) went back to my natural color with a little bit of fun thrown in?
I went to my wonderful friend Mandy who worked her magic and came out with a hair color that I’m excited about. But let’s talk about this: why do I feel like it’s a bold statement to have the hair color that God gave me?
I have absolutely nothing against playing with hair color or changing hair color or doing what we want with our hair – my concern is my heart behind it all.
For me to feel like I was beautiful I felt like I needed to be anything but what the Lord gave me to work with. This is one that could be applied to a lot of areas of my life, but I think sticking with hair today is best for brevity’s sake. I felt like I should only ever have blond in my hair in order to be pretty. I felt like I couldn’t go back to that dark blond without sacrificing beauty.
Why can’t I see that the Lord’s divine plan could actually include me with dark hair? Why am I not allowing myself to see that I was BOLDLY created to look a certain way? Who am I to say that what the Lord made with intention isn’t good?
While stepping out with darker hair and very little blond may not seem that bold, it is a bold move for me. It’s bold because it means that I am embracing with a ravenous spirit the woman God made – starting with the physical and moving into the heart. It’s bold because these poor, abused strands are known in detail by the one who created them. My job and my joy is to look upon them as beautiful for everything they are, and thankful even for the things they are not.
Will you join me? Boldly claiming the women that we are and that we are beautifully and wonderfully made, crafted to perfection by the One who gave it all for us? I hope you will 😉
And feel free to share your hair horror stories below. I’m in between the time that I dyed my hair black and then it turned to green after 2 washes or the time that I dyed the tips of my hair red and they turned fuschia about 2 days before I met Nate’s family for the first time. OY.