Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
Getting older has made me my own person. I no longer crave confirmation from others when making personal decisions. I don’t need people to agree with my beliefs, my opinions and my choices. I have the confidence that comes not only with age, but with a quiet acceptance of who I am and, in turn, an appreciation of the person I have become.
One of the symbols of my new-found freedom is my hair. I learned the hard way—I was miserable for years—that everyone had an opinion on my hair and—and this is what was so sad—I took their opinions to heart.