Bad Hair Day...

"The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries or the way she combs her hair." ~Audrey Hepburn

I'm having a bit of a bad hair day. My hair does not usually do what I want it to do on any given day and usually I don't give a hoot. Today though, I saw myself in the mirror of our washroom at work and had a moment of "what's going on with my hair?!". It is now currently twirled up into a clip on my head. I know what's up with it of course - it got washed today... the day it's been washed my hair looks frizzy... the day after that it starts to become somewhat-tame... the day after that I can usually get it to do something close to what I want it to do... then the process starts over.

Ah well. I'm not one to fuss over my hair. I get haircuts usually twice a year... I don't like to put stuff in it... I'm a brush-and-go kinda girl. I've only recently tried my hand at using a flat-iron (though I admit to having both a flat-iron and a curling-iron since... forever).

On days like this I remind myself to be grateful for the hair I have... most times I'm happy with it... when I'm not in the Caribbean it [sometimes] looks like movie-star hair (damn you humidity!). I always remember a story I read in a Chicken Soup for the Soul book (I'm not sure which one... it was a long time ago) in which a girl was having a no-hair day - she had alopecia. I think too about my mom who has lost all her hair on more than one occasion due to chemo. I remember the first time it was happening I asked if she wanted me to shave off mine as well - she didn't like the idea... said that she was losing hers but that didn't mean I had to lose mine as well.

Taking the moment now to be thankful for the hair I have... and for being healthy as well.

peace,

Ren