Oh, good goddess, does that long hair article resonate with me. At 50, my hair is nearly to my waist. For the first time in my life, I love my hair. It is graying, yes - here and there in pleasing little streaks. It frizzes in the humidity, but curls in long ringlets when it's freshly washed. I love the feel of the ponytail brushing against my back, bouncing along as I walk. I love walking out into the sun and seeing the red highlights in my hair catch fire. My hair is fine, thank you very much, and I'll wear it whatever length I fucking well please :)
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Date: 2010-10-22 02:27 pm (UTC)