My Crazy Hair Story

I have a thing about my hair. I always had.  

I remember I was doing an autobiographical theatre performance right at the end of the first lockdown in 2020 and had to arrange a session with my spiritual teacher.  

Do you know what I was worried about?  

My hair.  

I wasn’t nervous about my first ever theatre performance being streamed online; I fretted whether the hairdressers would be open in time for me to have a cut before I appear in front of my audience.  

My teacher very kindly pointed out that somehow hair is a thing for me. It’s like my identity is tied to it. 

I’ve been aware that my hair has a massive impact on my productivity. It may sound vain but I’m more likely to do a Facebook live, if my hair looks nice.  

Anyway, as you may know I was in Azerbaijan in August. I have an amazing hairdresser there. He’s a real artist. He gave me the best cut to date. My hair looked amazing!  

But that haircut was likely to last me a month at the most and I have a book launch on 23 October. 

So I had a bright idea.  

I had a keratin treatment to straighten my hair, so that I could be camera ready even in my sleep, because I’d love to launch my book with a gusto.  

As the best laid plans go… Well, I don’t know whether Gods laughed, but my family was in hysterics. 

Keratin reacted with my grey hair and turned it neon yellow. Like crazy yellow…. And spiky. 

Bright idea, indeed.

We tried everything to wash it out and it did look a bit more tamed, but I didn’t feel like me at all! It was rather distressing to the point that I wanted to chop it all off. To say I was upset is to say nothing.  

After using some of my techniques on this issue for a few days, I did calm down.  

My hair doesn’t define me. I’m still me, just look a bit different for the time being.  

But here’s the identity piece that needed healing. I’ve known about the effect of this story on me before, but haven’t done much about healing it. 

When I was little, my hair was fair, like my dad’s, whereas mum had black locks cascading down her back. I guess, having the constant reminder of her ex-husband wasn’t nice for her. As a result, for a few years, between the ages of 5 and 7, my mum shaved off my hair every summer holidays. Someone told her that if she used castor oil mixed with sheep poo and applied it to my scalp, it’d make my hair thick and dark.  

It’s still one of those family jokes….  

I know the intention behind the hair treatment was probably well-intended, but it had a powerful impact on my subconscious mind. 

It wasn’t OK for me to be as I am. My hair had to be a particular way for me to be loveable.  

Well, I guess it was time for that story to go, because it was limiting my visibility, and by extension, my full potential. 

If you too have stories that stop you in your tracks, affecting your confidence and productivity, come and join me this term. 

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Join us now to release your compulsions and insecurities around your body image, so that you can show up more fully with your loved ones and at work.  

It’s time to stop hiding.  

It’s time to shine. Sometimes even neon yellow bright.  

Set yourself free, whatever is the story. It’s so worth it.  

You are worth it. 

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