By Lorry Myers
Typically, when I go anywhere, my hair is set and sprayed and stays right where I put it. To go from wet to walk, takes me a little while. I have to use moisturizing shampoo followed by humidity control conditioner, detangle cream and protective gel. Then I will dry my hair with a round brush in one hand and a blow machine in the other. Finally, I have to flatten it with a flat iron and tease it and spray it and start all over if it is one of those hair days.
It takes a lot of time for me to look like me.
My hair in its natural state, is a state of disrepair. It is curly and wild and goes places that normal hair would never go. Back in the day I wore it
long and never cared that I looked like I’d stuck my finger in a light socket. I was young and carefree and had the hair to prove it. But these days when I look in the mirror, I feel the need to look like I am current and credible and to do that I have to work at it.
Sometimes, I hardly recognize myself.
I have always longed for other people’s hair. People who have straight hair that dries looking full and luxurious. People who casually pull their hair up and it actually stays that way. Unlike mine that dries in wisps and whispers, untamed and uncommitted. I dream about having bouncy hair and sleek hair. Any kind of hair but my own.
Recently I stepped out of the shower, shook my hair and thought about my day. No makeup, no high heels and no suit jackets would be required. I stood before the mirror and looked at the person who looked back at me. Standing there I decided that today I was not going to blow it or curl it or mousse it.
It was time to set my hair free.
So, I gave my head a shake and called myself done. A mere 15 minutes had passed since I’d hit the shower and now was ready to walk. Fifteen minutes! I felt so free, so unfettered and uncompromised. I went about my business without a care, feeling my hair air dry and rise off my neck, doing its own thing. It was a liberating moment to be in such a natural state, a no fuss zone that I had forgotten existed. Suddenly my morning had new meaning as I lingered longer over the news and my Lucky Charms. I felt light headed and almost giddy without hair spray and hair paste to weigh me down.
Then, my daughter walked in.
For the complete column, see this week’s edition of the Centralia Fireside Guard