Hair One Day, Gone the Next

I have always been a chameleon with my hair. Ever since I first bought my bottle of Sun In and bleached it to a bright orange as a young tween. I treated my hair like another accessory. Like Jewelry. I had fun mixing it up. Short, not so short. Red, black, natural. Bob, pixie... 

But don't take my word for it. Here's some head shots from the last four years.

Box dye brown

No dye bed head

Shaved off post brain surgery head
(I did it myself)

Sweet henna head

Wonder Woman black, longer (for me) hair

Irish red hair

Up, down, head scarf, hair clips. I loved to play around with my hair. 

I haven't colored my hair in over a year now. I miss it sometimes. Just the fun of changing things up if I want. But I don't miss the mess, cost or smell. I also don't think I could do it now.

The way my muscle disease works for me, reaching over my head while sitting or standing is the hardest thing I can do. So shampooing, blow drying, all of those motions cause me a lot of pain. My arms fatigue very fast.

I wanted to grow my hair out again, but the styling involved with long hair has just become impossible for me. I can shampoo and do a quick blow dry, but that's it. Forget all the products and cute styling. Flat irons, curling irons, hair clips, bobby pins. It's all out for me. 

Instead of all those distractions I'm trying to embrace what's important in life. To stay focused on the things that really matter. My hair does not matter. As my husband says, "You're beautiful and sexy no matter what!" Having it short and natural saves me loads of energy, which is the most important thing.