I look in the mirror and see someone so different to the one I see in photographs. So I grab my camera and take several pictures, then study the skin, its lines, its placement and realize the effects of my aging. As a post-menopausal woman, I, like many others have learned or are learning the art of accepting the process that getting older has on our body, face and hair.
For the end of last year, as a part of this "acceptance" and because I was so tired of dealing with dying my hair and watching the white line of the new growth making me look like a skunk, I cut my hair. I called it the chop chop. After 4 or was it 5 cuts, I went from long dark hair to very short silver hair. WOW.
After months and months post-haircut, I started to believe the people who told me it actually made me look younger. Really? Silver hair? Short, like almost all women my age? UGH.... so hard to believe. But as I study my face in the mirror and smile to myself, I nod as an approval nod and walk away feeling better about the change.
This "change" is not about the loss of the menstrual blood, it is a psychological change.... but an acceptance.
