Hair colour as a choice.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the motivations people have for colouring their hair.  I have always considered it to be a luxury, an appearance augmentation, and a spirit-lifting act that helps one feel better about their appearance. For some, it is necessity, culturally expected, and a chore every six to eight weeks.  My thoughts on the expectation that people (mostly, but not always, women) colour their hair in order to appear younger are that if appearing younger makes you happy, then please excuse me while I mix up that bowl of magic happiness.  If appearing younger is a thing one tries to do because society has informed us that younger is better, I would love to have that conversation and understand it better.

I am thirty-two years old and i just made my hair pink. I did it because I have never had pink hair before, and because I thought it would be fun.  Prior to previously colouring it purple, and a few pink pieces in it before that, I had not coloured my hair in YEARS. My natural colour is nice. I shied away from the maintenance. To be frank, the reason I chose these extreme colours is because the products I am using are going to fade entirely out if I just keep washing it. I’m fine with that because I can eventually return to blonde hair with little to no effort.  To be taken into consideration here is, if I wish to colour my hair, I need to ask my colleague for his time, and take some out of my own, to be at work while not working. That alone is a demotivating, as I naturally dislike asking others for their time, and spending time at work while not working. So, I try to colour my hair less.

While pink hair at thirty-two may be perceived as a grasp at some straws that remain of my younger days, let me assure you that was not my intent. To be a moment younger, and subsequently less informed, would be counterproductive, I think.

I understand everyone shows up at the hair salon for their colour service with a different set of experiences and perspectives that brought them there. Some come to cover grey, some for a change of appearance, some for a pick-me-up. There are countless sets of thoughts and feelings that I cannot list here because I don’t know what anyone is thinking besides me. What i want to tell you is, I will never push you to change your appearance because *I* think you should, or because society thinks looking “younger” is better, or because this or that colour technique is trending.  The things I want are mine and for me. Society and its obsession with youthful appearances can be so damaging because it is so hard already to be kind to ourselves and accept ourselves for who and what we are. Trends, these days, are subjective; one can do practically anything and someone else will think it cool, somewhere. We are saturated with ideas and opinions of what looks “good” everywhere we go, every website we visit, every thing we watch on television, every other person we see on the street. It is overwhelming, and sifting through that, somehow, we come to conclusions about ourselves and what we need.

I will always want to know why you want to do it, and do it for that reason because it’s yours.

I’m here for you.