Appearances
- Posted on August 7, 2025
My hair has gone through quite the transformation over the years. I decided to let it go grey in my early forties as I needed agency going through my divorce. One friend criticised this decision as her opinion cast me looking old in my grey locks. But the first thing I noticed was colleagues took me seriously. I felt respected. And I loved pushing back at the standard where women were told by marketers that we needed to cover those greys to be acceptable.
Then in my early fifties, I met my partner who had a purple and green mohawk. I had always wanted purple hair, especially a mohawk. I jumped into this new look trepidatiously as I was worried about how the administrators at my professional job in higher education would handle it. The pandemic had just begun and I was mostly working from home, but ventured into the office about once every few weeks. My partner convinced me to just dye a little bit in the front purple and see how I like it and gauge reactions.
I proudly walked into work one morning with my newly purple curls dangling on my forehead and ran into the dean, who promptly and enthusiastically responded, “I love your hair!” I believe I went home that night and dyed my whole head and over time, the cut got shorter and shorter until a mohawk naturally formed and the colors morphed from just purple to various shades of pink, blue, purple and green.
As my self acceptance emerged, so did my inner peacock. Previously I had been trying to fade into the background and not be seen. During my lifetime, I felt others were annoyed at my existence and I struggled to see myself belonging here.
I learned that I belong here because I am here; the earth has produced me. Hiding myself as if a wallflower is equivalent to hiding the gift of me and depriving others of the wonderfulness inside me. I am proud of who I am, of who I have always been and I want to share myself with the world.
My hair has gone through quite the transformation over the years. I decided to let it go grey in my early forties as I needed agency going through my divorce. One friend criticised this decision as her opinion cast me looking old in my grey locks. But the first thing I noticed was colleagues took…
Love you and love your hair, my friend!❤️🥰💕