It’s something I’m working on and recently I made some progress. Not in a conventional way necessarily, but progress is progress.
I’ve wanted blue hair for a while. I’ve been sporting a bright red summer faux-hawk for a few years and I love the look. I’ve had red hair for a few years and I love that, too. It is not at all a natural color so it’s obvious that I chose to do something “drastic” with my hair.
Still, though, because it’s red, it’s kinda sorta almost a natural hair color so it doesn’t seem too dramatic.
Blue hair, though? That’s making a statement. A statement that a negative voice in my head said I couldn’t do.
“A mom of two toddlers does not dye her hair blue.”
That’s what the voice has been telling me for months. And I listened.
I love it for a few reasons. One, because it looks amazing. Two, it brings out the blue in my eyes. Three, it means I finally told at least one negative voice in my head to shut the hell up and let me do my thing.
There are no rules or standards for what a mother can look like. I don’t have to wear frumpy clothes. I don’t have to wear heels. I don’t have to wear make-up. I can have seventeen piercings, forty tattoos, and shave my head if I want to. It doesn’t change who I am or what I am.
It does, however, change how I feel.
And this blue hair makes me feel incredible.
If a voice in your head is telling you that you can’t do something simply because you’re a mom, tell the voice to back off and go do it. Now. Right this second. I’ll be here waiting to hear about your results.