I got a haircut last week, for the first time in about 9 months. Usually, I wear my hair long and wavy. Or, more precisely, tied back in some version of a classic housewife-style ponytail or bun.
This time, I was up for a change. Here is the picture I showed my stylist:
The model’s waves, I thought, are similar to mine, so maybe this style would work for me.
The hairdresser gave it a quick look and proceeded with the cut. She decided to straighten my hair prior to cutting it, to make sure she got it even on both sides. And she cut it a little shorter in the front than in the picture I had showed her. So, although I got a nice cut, rather than looking like the model above, I left the salon looking more like the aged Mandy Moore on “This is Us.”
The next morning, after seeing the new ‘do for the first time, my nine year-old told me I looked “kind of like Grandma.”
Now, I believe that my mother has beautiful features, but that’s not exactly what I was going for.
It all reminded me of what a seasoned hairdresser once told me. She said that she had often endured being sworn at or abused by customers. I was shocked, and asked her why.
“People are so broken,” she explained, “they hate themselves so much, and have so much pain, and they want me to fix them. To make them feel better about themselves. But I can’t. Only God can do that.”
This isn’t the first time I’ve gotten a haircut and felt a little disappointed that I didn’t come out looking more like the model in the picture. And if you’ve experienced this too – (be honest…I think many of us women have) – you will know that the pain it uncovers is extremely real. It’s more than just shallow vanity. This is a deep-cutting, heart-rending kind of pain, that has less to do with our hair than it does with something that runs far, far deeper.
James, the half-brother of Jesus, wrote in what became a part of our Bible (James 1:22-24) about a person who looks at himself in a mirror, goes away, and then immediately forgets what he looks like. He is using this metaphor to describe a person who reads the law, but doesn’t remember it or follow it. I think I get what he’s saying. If you are one to study the Bible, you will understand that it can be like a mirror – revealing who you truly are. And that, truthfully, can be uncomfortable, just like coming to terms with your reflection in a physical mirror.
“For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart. Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account.”
Hebrews 4:12-13 NIV
How many times have you looked in the mirror, but not really looked? I don’t always want to see that latest pimple (yes, I still get them), crease, or grey hair. I don’t want to accept that my skin has loosened and softened after the birth of my children, or that I have a few more inches sticking to me here or there.
It’s easier to take a quick glance, just long enough to sweep my hair back, give my face a quick wash, and then go on my way. Maybe, in my mind, I look like Jessica Alba. Or Charlize Theron.
But the truth is, I don’t. I’m not a model, or an actress. And in the process of fixating on what I’m not, I may walk away from the mirror and forget all of the things that I am.
I am: a wife and mother, who often messes up, but is working hard to do what’s right. I am: no longer a youth; no longer a woman in her 20’s. I am: a woman in her mid-30s who has learned a few things, and also has a lot left to learn. I am: able to make sacrifices and put the needs and wants of others ahead of my own. I am: endowed with a limited measure of intelligence, creativity, and abilities, that I can use to improve the lives of those around me. I am: looking more like my older sister and my mother as I age. I am: dependant on Jesus for strength, guidance, acceptance, and forgiveness, every single day.
I am who I am, and no, I don’t need to look in the mirror only to look quickly away, because my reflection doesn’t comply with some fleeting combination of features and qualities that I wish I had.
And so, although I dislike posting pictures of myself online, here I am with my new haircut. (For the record, I never said make-up and soft-focus lenses were out of bounds!) 😉
I don’t look like the model I showed the stylist, or the aged Mandy Moore, or Jessica or Charlize or even the lizard I used as the featured image for this post. I look like me. No hairstylist, however talented, will ever be able to change that. And that is actually ok.
Do you need a haircut? How do you like to wear your hair? Do you have any “I am” statements to make? I would love to hear about it in the comments section below.