Those of you who follow my blog will know that I recently went to the hairdressers for the first time in my hair journey. I love the results. The other day, I was in a hair shop, looking for products - as you do, and a lady in the shop came up to me and this is how the conversation went...
Lady - Excuse me, is that your hair?
Me - Yeah
Lady - Are you sure?
Me - Yeah
Lady - Can I touch it? Just the ends
Me - Er...okay
Lady touches my hair
Lady - Oh yeah, it is real
Me - Yeah
Lady - Is there anything special that you do to your hair?
Me - No, not really
Lady - Does the dye damage your hair?
Me - No, cos I use a semi permanent colour
Lady - You have nice hair
Me - Thanks
And with that I continued with my purchases.
Now, since I have been on this hair journey, I have seen blog posts and YouTube videos where women recount stories of when they have had similar experiences. This one was bitter sweet. I was pleased that my hair looked in such a condition that she had to ask me if it was mine, but also taken aback that she did not believe that I was telling the truth until she touched it. In any case, she was satisfied that it was hair grown from my scalp, and I was pleased that she believed me.
