I've been going to the hairstylist and this is my third time, my hair is getting longer and thicker. I'm very very happy with how I'm being looked after. The colour stylist even came in on her day off to 'do me' as she likes me and respects me. I have the chief stylist looking after me as well. I think I'm more than a customer but also a project and I get the very real feeling that I'm also a person they like and hold in regard.
Nathan is the stylist.
I go tonight and they check me out and my hair is longer and thicker and they know I want to grow it to about shoulder or chin length. It is about ear length now and starting to do what I hate - grow sideways. So I have a head that looks like a loo brush.
Nathan asks me what I want and I give some suggestions particularly on colour. I have gone auburn with blonde streaks, similar colour to the wig in my avatar.
He says I'd like to take you darker and thin your hair and get it ready for length.
OK I say.
So I left me in their hands. I trust them.
So I'm a darker colour closer to brown, with lots of blonde high lights. Colour is awesome. He has trimmed and thinned my hair so it now fits down over my ears rather than flaring out at right angles. The sides and back match and when I shake my head, for some reason I'm doing it a lot tonight
my hair falls uniformly. Yes it is shorter than I want but then it has to grow. The fringe is about perfect very cute and very sexy, my 'widow' peak have gone. In fact Nathan commented that my top of the head bald spot had covered with fine hair growth and my fringe was not artificial and created by the cut, but that my my hair had filled out. I tried hard with the mirror when I got home and I can no longer see a bald or thinning spot.
I'm sitting at my computer and the window in front of me looks over my garden. It reflects my image and as many of you know I have cried and despaired looking at that horrible looking old man reflected to me.
I have tried in my despair to look further and watch the birds and flowers in my garden to let me reflect on the beauty of what life should be.
Then in my despair I have cried and wailed and tried to do silly things.
I have grown from them and I face my life with joy and excitement nowadays. But I still have doubts
It is dark here and only me reflection is returned.
I'm not the world's most attractive woman. And I may have a bias. But then again we are our own worst enemies.
I can honestly say that I do not see a man.
At the hair salon, no other woman asked why 'he' was here.
In fact I chatted with the woman next to me while our colours were setting. We talked about her wedding.
I read posts of the terror of transition. The hate that we will get. The fears we have. The terrible consequences that we will face.
I have lived every one of those fear as many of you know.
I'm no spring chicken here.
It took me months to walk out of the door.
I'm FT and I have to face everything and as I have said that has been no problem.
But tonight a woman looked back at me in the reflection in my window.
I thought she was a good looking woman.
The thing that struggled to be me is now dead and gone.
I kept being told a good hair session lifts a woman's spirits.
It does.
Again see if you can try it. I went to a top end stylist hairdressing place and told them I was TG and wanted help with my hair. They have been great, but as woman know not cheap by any means. I have the chief stylist and chief colour consultant working on me so it isn't for the faint hearted money wise. It costs me around $250 a session.
BUT it has changed my look totally.
As we all know there is no one like a professional to change your look, or anything for that matter.
Yes I will post pics but I'm waiting for the total new Cindy to be in place.
Hugs
Cindy
