Me, My Locks and I Three

Me and My Shoulder Length Locks taken 12/27/2008

I was taking a look at how my locks are transitioning and how my family heritage is starting to rear its ugly head on my hair. My hairline in particular. My grandma has em, my dad has em, my son has them so bad it is insane. They are the dreaded cowlicks as my family calls them.

My edges have always been thin but the older I get the dreaded hairline has developed hands and is waving hello to me in all of its splendor and happiness to become its own entity on my body.

Since there is not much that I can do about it except keep my hair washed and conditioned, I have accepted fate on my scalp and decided that I'm still beautiful no matter what and that hey, my locks are still fabulous.
I have decided to wear my hair in cute styles any way, I wear my locks in updos and down dos if I want.
What I do find interesting is that my hair fits ME regardless. I mean the hair that is on my head reflects me and my personality and who I am right now. The way that my locks have grown, some together some thinner or thicker than others is how my emotions may go up or down. The thin or thickness of a lock represents a pregnancy, the hormone loss and then the regrowth after the birth of my son.
How interesting that my hair tells a story even when my lips are sealed.

Til Next Time

Mamma