I am sure that my natural hair color was once a very pretty shade of brown. But since I started highlighting my hair at the age of 13, returning to my natural color is something that has eluded me for quite a while. And now with a few (read: a lot of) grays coming in, well natural just won’t allow me to pass for 25, which I like to think I do … on occasion.
My natural skin color? I’m Irish, so it’s somewhat pasty. Thanks to my dad’s heritage, however, when sun-kissed, my skin takes on a much more tolerable shade; so when I can, I tan.
My teeth. Yeah, they weren’t horrible, but braces turned them into a thing of beauty. And when one of my front teeth decided to go rogue (mostly because I opted out of wearing a retainer) an easy procedure in the dentist’s chair put it back in its place.
So, it’s true. Hair dye, fake tanning and dental procedures have helped to make me the person you see today. For the record, my eye color, my nose and my lips are real.
But don’t get me wrong, I’m not against a little nip-tuck for the better. I’ll be the first in line for Botox when I think my wrinkles have ventured out of the charming realm.
So, does all of this mean I’m a fake person? I don’t think so. With age, along with real gray hair, comes knowing yourself.
I’m a tad vain. I like to look a certain way and if it takes a few man-made chemicals to make that happen, so be it.
When it comes to being natural, I like to think it’s what’s inside that counts and I strive to have a natural personality.
I’m honest. I’ll be the first to tell you, that along with my teeth, life isn’t perfect. It’s messy, it’s real (unlike my hair color) and it’s a lot of work. I have it way easier than most, and I’ll also be the first to admit that too. So, it’s true, I’m not au natural, but I try my best. Of course it can’t always happen (you don’t really want to know how it’s going the day I get pulled over for speeding) but I think I do a pretty good job.
Now, if you’ll excuse me I’ve got a hair appointment to book, I just found another gray.