Have you ever heard the phrase, "I wish I was brave enough to try something like that with my hair"? Well, I've heard it countless times, and every time it leaves me pondering. The cause of this admiration? My BRIGHT red hair, or as I like to call it, Ariel red. The vibrant hue has been my signature style for the past five years, and I've proudly sported creatively colored locks for over a decade. But here's the kicker—I don't consider it an act of bravery.
Bravery? Dying my hair feels anything but brave. In fact, it's more like a routine, a ritual that allows me to express myself in a way that feels inherently me. The mirror reflects a palette of vibrant reds, and I can't help but smile. It's not about courage; it's about embracing the freedom to be myself. For some reason, the world sees coloring one's hair, especially in unconventional shades, as an act of courage. But the truth is, I don't feel brave; I feel authentic. It's not a daring feat for me; it's merely an extension of my identity. Encouraging others to take the plunge into the realm of funky hair colors has become second nature to me. Yet, I find it amusing that my encouragement is often perceived as urging someone to embark on a courageous endeavor. If only they could see it from my perspective – it's not about bravery; it's about unlocking the door to self-expression and letting your true colors shine, quite literally. So, the next time someone marvels at the audacity it must take to have hair as vibrant as mine, I'll simply smile and say, "It's not bravery; it's just me being me." And if that inspires someone else to embrace their own uniqueness, well, that's a journey worth celebrating. After all, there's a little bit of bravery in being unapologetically yourself in a world that often nudges conformity.
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