Over the weekend, i was blessed with witnessing the wedding of a girl that i've known for 15 years. While walking in between tables, another guest stopped me, saying she loved my hair, she'd always wanted to add a little color to her hair.
I asked "Why don't you?" and she told me that people have told her she's too old. She only wanted to do like i have, just a little color up front, maybe a streak down the side, but she was told she was too old.
So I asked "Does their opinion matter so much that you won't do something that will make you happy?"
That caused her to pause and then she smiled. No, it didn't matter that much and she was going to do it, she was going to add some color to her and we then started talking colors.
I've had people make some rude comments about my hair, including a few who decided at the ripe old age of 52, i'm too old for dabs of color.
And i don't care.
I've finally gotten past the point in my life that someone's opinion about something that makes me happy no longer matters. My hair makes me happy. I love looking in the mirror and seeing the pop of color, i enjoy the way it makes my face look....and if you don't like it....oh well.
And it took me a long time to get this way, and i still have little hiccups along the way.
There are still times when someone makes a comment about me, and i hunch my shoulders and turn inside myself, wondering what i need to do to fix that persons opinion of me.
But then i look in the mirror.
There's a lot of pressure on us to fit the mold, to meet the standards of others, to fit in.
Well, forget that.
Be you. There's enough of those and that and the others walking around. But there's only one you.
And i love that about you.
