jolfolfille (jolfolfille) wrote in get_up_dread_up,

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Late night thoughts on dreads and sweet old men - sorry for text only

I was at the mall tonight (THEDARKKNIGHTHECKYEAH) waiting for some friends, and this old man (like maybe 60) came up to me and said, "I'm sure you hear this fifty times a day, but your hair is lovely.  It looks fantastic."  And I was a little surprised but mostly just pleased as I thanked him, thinking how cool it was that a 60ish year old man could compliment a 20 year old girl with 5 month old dreads - not even the lovely long smooth year-old-or-more ones.  The frizzy, loose tipped, crazy twisty mess that currently inhabits my head.

It made me think about why I chose to dread my hair.  I've been asked by countless family members, friends, random people... but very few have actually complimented my progress.  And that's not too big a deal;  I didn't do it for them.  I chose to dread up because I'm not the type of girl who wears makeup or takes a long time to get ready to go somewhere, and I don't know brand names or where to buy the coolest stuff, and I don't want to care if people look at me funny or talk about me (I'm getting there)... and having crazy messy unconventional hair seemed like a neat (forgive the pun) way to do that.  To tell the world "screw you guys, I look however I want to look and it takes me five minutes to roll out of bed and get out the door.  My boyfriend never has lipstick or eyeshadow smeared on his clothes, he never chokes on the scent of hairspray or perfume, and I walk in comfortable sneakers and flipflops from thrift stores and KMart, okay?"

I was driving home with my hair down and the windows open, toying with a dread... and I felt prettier than I have in a long time.  My dreads make me feel like ME.  I feel like the awesome boho hippie chick I want to be, the girl I guess I've always been inside, but tried for so long to hide.  All through middle and high school I tried to be THAT girl.  The makeup-clothes-always-the-height-of-cool girl.  But that's not me.  I feel like my dreads have finally given me the confidence to be who I want to be.  I know they probably look silly when they're down and all fluffy and sticking straight up, but it's a process, and someday I'll have the gorgeous smoothysmooth ones.  And you know, even if I don't, I'll still be happy with them.  Happier than I've ever been with my hair.

Now if I could just get my lip re-pierced and start on my Harry Potter sleeve, I'll be happier than ever with my overall appearance.  :D
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