Life Isn’t Perfect but My Hair Is

mickie zada
4 min readApr 17, 2021

Sure, my life isn’t perfect but my hair is!

HAIR! It’s a body part about which women have been obsessed probably since grade school

I complain about my post-menopausal belly but I don’t do pushups or crunches.
I bemoan my flabby arms and allot no time at all to squeeze in a few curls.
Ten years ago, while sitting on my lap, my five-year-old Granddaughter peered up and asked with sincere concern, “Grandma, what’s wrong with your neck?” Plastic surgery is not an option.

Yes, my body is aging. I can accept that. I wear long-sleeve shirts, tops that camouflage my protruding belly, and invest in anti-aging (yeah, right!!) makeup. I’m 71, after all. As they say, I have earned all these wrinkles.

But my hair???!!! IT has to be perfect. I think it’s been an obsession since … forever. There have been times when it was not perfect. Still an obsession!

When I was in first grade, for school picture day, my Mom painstakingly French braided the left and right sides of my long hair. The part down the middle was perfectly straight. I used to make her count each braid to be sure the two equally matched (of course she probably lied to me, but I was satisfied that they were even and beautiful!). On this particular day, I really did not want my hair braided. It was almost waist-length and blonde and beautiful. I wanted to wear it down for my picture. Mom liked it braided. In fact, she washed my hair the night before and braided it before I went to bed … it was still a little damp when I went to bed. So, off to school I went with perfectly even braids lovingly created by my Mom. But, while walking to school I un-braided my hair, shook it out, and had my First Grade Picture taken. Do you know what unbraided hair looks when it was tightly braided while damp? That was not a good look in 1956! THAT is my First Grade Picture. Mom was horrified when I proudly brought home the school picture packet. I loved the picture and still laugh today when I think about it. My hair looked perfect to me.

In high school I thought I was cutting edge. 1968 … Be yourself. Women’s lib. Right on. Get your shit together. I got caught up in that for a while. At the time my hair…

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mickie zada

Hi! I am an enthusiastic participant in life and I believe we create our Reality. My personal Mission is to align with Divine Intent and serve as a beacon.