Aah! I colored my hair for 10 years – by accident. It started with simple highlights, then I had to cover the roots… then I was trapped in colored hair land.
When I found out I was pregnant with Anna, I used the pregnancy (and fear of toxic absorption) as an excuse to let the roots grow all the way out. And I haven’t gone back. Turns out my natural hair color was lovely. Of course, soon after this realization, I started getting gray hairs. I don’t know if it was turning 35, or having a baby – but the gray hairs, they kept coming.
Now (5 years later) I’m feeling drab and unpretty… and thinking about revisiting the whole color-my-hair idea.
As long as I’m admitting these things, may as well tell you I’m awfully tempted by a face lift, as well… Something I NEVER thought I’d even consider.
It’s the luxury of youth to not worry about aging. And the burden of parenthood is worrying about our kids. The transition is enough to give anyone gray hair. Sigh. Getting older is rough.
I don’t consider myself a vain person, but I do pay attention to how I look. It just makes life easier to be attractive, mostly on the inside, but the outside doesn’t hurt. Right? Admit it! You know it’s true!
Do you color your hair? Would you get a facelift? How much is too much in the pursuit of beauty?