Beauty

Why? you may ask, do I have a WALMART bag on my head?

I am bleaching my hair. I started bleaching my hair when I was 12. I have done it religiously since then, ( except for a small red head phase I had in my early twenties) BUT I haven't done it once, since I moved to canucn, which will be a year next month. The very dark roots that I have been sporting since I got here, have stood as very visible evidence that I have let beauty slip away from my life.

Not just my own physical beauty, but the beauty all around me. My children are beautiful, the nature here is beautiful, but I have not invited that beauty into my life. My soul has become a vessel of survial. Instead of thriving and growing and blooming, it has only allowed enough light in to merely exsist.

It is time for a change people!! Let the light shine in!! Today I didn't want to fold laundry AGAIN, or do the dishes. So instead I made beautiful wheat bread, and pulled my hair through this lovely plastic cap, and waited for the great change that this peroxide will bring.

Unfortunately, it didn't happen. I knew something was wrong, and yet I just kept hoping it wasn't, but alas.... an hour later, still only slightly faded and hair that was beginning to turn to mush. I hurried to a nearby salon with serious BO and sammy in tote with poopy pants on, and frightened my friend Norma who rinsed and reapplied new solution. Who knew a year in cancun heat could kill the potency of bleach. I should of, it has weakened my potency a time or two, but whatever.

The end result was not only a new color but a new cut. I am glad I did it. Here is me trying to get my sass back. What do you think? Is it working?