As I sat in the chair getting 3 inches cut off my hair, a young girl came in to get a trim. Her hair was very short, kind of like this:
I suddenly felt old. I looked in the LARGE, well-lit mirror in front of me and realized I looked old. Granted I was particularly tired yesterday having only slept 4 hours the night before thanks to baby boy waking me up at 4am, but even when I smiled those wrinkles (aka laugh lines - haha) appeared around my eyes. But I didn't feel like laughing.
When did this happen? How did this happen? This week will be my 42nd birthday and for the first time, I feel older than 21. Somewhere after marriage and 2 kids, I became an older woman. Even my clothes look old. I've turned into frumpy mom. But I used to be city chic. Is it living in the suburbs? Would a new address help me out?
In the midst of my anxiety attack, my hair dresser told me to go shopping after she finished coiffing my "old" new hair and buy myself some new fashion trend off the rack. That would pick me up. But it didn't. I did pick up a cute pair of black pants but I still came home depressed.
If I saw myself as old and tired, wouldn't everyone around me see the same? I know beauty comes from within. If you feel good on the inside, you look good on the outside. Maybe I need to find that spark inside and let it shine through. That's it! Maybe all I need is better lighting . . .