My Worst Hairstyle. Ever.
A few months after my son was born, I desperately needed some “me” time. One glance in the mirror confirmed that I needed something, and I figured the best thing to do would be to go take care of my hair – which hadn’t been washed in days.
I left Alex with my parents and went off to get my hair done. There’s nothing like a fresh haircut to make you feel better about yourself, so I got in the car, happily anticipating the compliments I would get from Michael when he came home from work and ran his fingers through my soon-to-be-sleek-and-silky hair.
Blame it on the sleep deprivation or the out-of-whack hormones but I decided to get a perm.
When I left the salon hours later, it was with a slight spring in my step – and a lot of spring in my hair.
I was excited to get back to my baby, who I hadn’t been away from this long since he was born. When I opened the door to my parents’ house, he was perched up on the couch, between my mom and dad. He took one look at me, opened his eyes wide and burst out laughing.
I burst out crying.
This was the first time Alex had laughed! But the little devil was laughing at me! My emotions were all over the place. My son thought I was a clown! But I was witnessing a milestone! What had I done?! My baby was growing up! Was I happy or sad?
I could see my parents trying, unsuccessfully, to hold back their own smiles – partly at my hair but mostly at Alex’s reaction to it.
Anyone who’s ever had a perm knows how looooong it takes to grow out. I was hating on my hair for most of Alex’s first year (although, to be honest, deep down I’m sort of proud he will always associate me with the first moment that made him laugh so joyously).
Alex is 23 now and, other than that year of living with Curly, he has only known me with straight hair — and the occasional frizz. By the time my daughter was born two and a half years later, my hair was the last thing on anyone’s mind. And, for the record, I can make both of my kids laugh even without a perm.
I’m sharing my pictures as a public service, and hope readers will take this as a cautionary tale. The lesson to be learned is clear: never mess with your hair during a hormonally-challenging time. Unfortunately, for many women, this is most of our lives.
For me, this topic couldn’t have come at a more timely moment. My perimenopausal hormones are raging, and I’m due for a haircut …