Occasionally, I found myself feeling a hint of envy as friends effortlessly transitioned between various hairstyles, while I clung to my familiar look. Over the years, my long, natural hair had evolved into more than just a hairstyle; it had become a part of my identity. It conveyed that I was a low-maintenance, feminine individual—someone who embraced tradition while also embodying a free spirit. I was the kind of person who wouldn’t follow the crowd blindly, even if all my friends decided to jump off a bridge. Changing my hairstyle seemed daunting; it felt like it demanded a shift in how others perceived me—and even how I viewed myself.
However, with my 40th birthday approaching this summer, I found myself reevaluating everything. That milestone number had a way of shaking up the status quo. I realized I had changed in countless ways and thought, perhaps it was time for my hair to reflect that transformation. Thus, after nearly four decades of $15 haircuts every six months, I decided it was time for a real change.
I entered the salon with a clear vision: I wanted a single dark red streak framing my face. It represented boldness and the desire for a departure from tradition that had been brewing inside me. The stylist, however, had other ideas. After considering my request, she gently proposed alternatives. “Instead of just one streak, how about several? And red might not suit you—caramel could complement your complexion better.” Four hours and $120 later, I emerged from the salon with dark hair highlighted with blonde streaks.
My children were thrilled with the change, and my husband was supportive. But I felt disheartened. I had hoped my new hairstyle would mirror my evolving self, yet I looked like a completely different person. Maybe time would change my feelings, so I shared a photo on social media, eagerly awaiting the reactions. Fifty likes and twenty kind comments rolled in, which was flattering, but I still felt uncertain. Perhaps a good night’s sleep would help shift my perspective.
That night, I had a vivid dream. I was pregnant, and my belly was transparent. Inside, I saw a little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. Panic set in; there was no way she could be mine. Yet, everyone praised her beauty. When I woke up, the dream lingered, mingling with the scent of hair dye that still clung to me. I stumbled into the bathroom and glanced in the mirror. In that moment, I knew I had to make a change.
I quickly booked another appointment for that afternoon. The stylist was unsurprised to see me. “I thought you might return. Your hair looks lovely, but it doesn’t feel like you, does it?” She was spot on. Despite my recent changes, my highlighted hair didn’t reflect who I had become. While the new look made me feel polished and sophisticated, I realized I resembled one of those chic moms at the gym—one I didn’t belong to—or a high-end cosmetics store I couldn’t afford. Beautiful, yes, but not me.
Fortunately, the stylist was incredibly kind and returned my hair to its original dark hue, free of charge. Now, it’s as it has always been, but if I stand in the sunlight just right, hints of magenta and auburn peek through my familiar brown locks. It feels both simple and enchanting—grounded yet daring—just like the person I am on the inside.
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Summary:
After years of sticking to the same hairstyle, I decided to make a change as I approached my 40th birthday. A bold haircut meant to reflect my evolving identity led to a realization that it didn’t align with who I truly was. Ultimately, I returned to my original look, adorned with subtle hints of color that echo my internal transformation.