January 26, 2009
Human hair holds so much fascination. In many cultures and during different times in history, it has been a symbol of beauty, wealth and power.
I love long hair.
I have had long hair during the most of my life. For a few years as a child, my mother used to cut it, as she herself enjoys short hair and has had short hair as long as I can remember.
Neither me nor my sister have inherited her beautiful type of hair. Thick, rich and luscious. My sister at least got a beautiful, natural chestnut brown color, however I got a color that has no definition, at least in my book.
Both my mother and her sister had gorgeous hair, judging from the few photographs that exist from their childhood. My mothers hair was straight and my aunts beautifully curly. In those times, according to my mother, washing her long hair was a nightmare. She recalls hating that so much, that as soon as she could, she cut it short. And short it has remain until today.
I find long hair attractive in both men and women. To me, nothing is more feminine nor masculine -oddly enough- than a rich mane of long hair. Maybe it has to do with my romantic inclinations. Dreaming of princes and princesses as young girl, the images would not be right unless the hair was long. Any color would do. As a teenager I was fascinated by knights and the real ones had always long hair. So did their leading ladies.
As a rule, when it comes to our bodies, we are often unhappy with what nature has bestowed upon us. I for once always longed for curly hair and often laugh at the stories my mother told me about her sister, my aunt. She hated her curls and longed for straight hair so much, she would sleep in a cap or roll a scarf around her hair in the night, in order to get it straight.
As a teenager I could briefly achieve curls by using curling irons and hair rollers. Oddly enough, when I got older, and particularly when living in the humid southeast of the US, my hair was often curly. Not very, but significantly enough for me to be pleased.
I have experimented with my hair since me teens. I have had every colour that is possible to achieve using "at home coloring kits"; even green and bright orange. I have been crying and laughing over the results of haircuts and very rarely been pleased by the outcome at the professional hair saloons.
Now my hair just grows, it is wild and free and I hardly ever trim it. And I can never ever imagine having it short. If someone would force me to cut my hair, it would bring me into an absolute panic. Just like in the clip below, taken from the movie musical "Hair", with the films title track. Directed by the Czech director Milos Forman, it is one of my favourite musicals ever.