If we are all honest, most of us could easily find a hypocritical side to ourselves. We say one thing – we do another.
Behold the following story – one of my great hypocritical manifestations.
Note: I'm only sharing this with you because you are my beloved, faithful reader who I know must love me no matter what. If this is your first time to my blog…well, I apologize. Please, don't judge.
Okay. So by now (beloved, faithful reader), you know that here on the homestead, we strive to eliminate all kinds of nasty stuff from our diets & environments. Ranging from the way we cook, to the way we do laundry, to the way we clean our home – nothing is safe from my detoxifying ways. We strive to avoid toxins, all around.
Well, this my friends – is a toxin.
Hello, bleach. Welcome to my life.
This is my dearest friend. Yes, she does this for a living. And she's good. Rearrry good. Once, she made me promise that no matter how wacked-out natural-esque I grew, I would always do two things: 1) color my hair (at least a little) and 2) shave my armpits.
That is why I love her.
So here I sit a hypocrite. I will tell you to switch to natural sweeteners to avoid processed food. Clean with vinegar to avoid chemicals. Drink kombucha to rid your gut of toxins. And then, I will sit here with bleach on my head…simply because I want to.
I'm so ashamed. So exposed.
But now you know.
a) Although “technically” I'd consider myself a blond, in these latter years, nature has taken me down an evil brown path.
b) I am willing to inhale toxic chemicals for vanity.
Phew. I feel like we've really connected just now, don't you? Tellin' the truth sure does make a women feel fantastic!
Or maybe I just feel that way because my hair is now blond (and trimmed!) and it no longer looks like a pile of dead brush on my head.
Either way is fine by me.