WHY IT’S TIME TO HEAL MY HAIR

How I managed to heal my hair

How I managed to heal my hair

I’m just going to say it – I hate the hairdressers like most people hate the dentist. Everything from the smell of bleach to the bright lights which show up every flaw, the whole experience fills me with dread. But the worst bit of it is probing questions and the big ‘ole lecture that follows suit. It’s not the hairdressers fault. It’s my fault. I abuse my strands. I get my hair cut maybe twice a year, coloured once a year and style it with heat every day, sometimes twice a day. You can see where I’m going with this. Yep, I know I need to heal my hair, I just don’t need to be told that. Do I wash it everyday? Mostly. Yes, I know it dries it out and yep I also know not putting heat protector on is a cardinal sin. But my main objective is to make it as big as possible and anything that makes it silky like a Pantene Pro-V ad isn’t going to cut it.

This year has been particularly bad hair-wise after a summer full of the salty beaches of Sri Lanka, the westcoast breeze of California and the baking sun of Malta. It’s been heaven but I’ve put my hair through hell. So much so that I started lying to my hairdresser to avoid the hair shame I felt. I know, it’s a low point. I’d feign confusion at why it’s so dry and broken when I never use it heat on it, put a mask on every week and have it trimmed every 6-8 weeks at various salons. Ahem. She wasn’t buying it and unapologetically lobbed 3 inches off my mane. I was devastated. And it’s yet to grow back.

With my wedding in the very near future, I’ve decided to heal my hair once and for all. I may not be able to part with my tongs and hairdryer. Or my love of the sun. But I am going to do the following as part of my New Years resolutions

Get it cut every other month

Commit to a repairing treatment quarterly

Stop twiddling it with my fingers

Stop yanking it out of my handbag handle

How I managed to heal my hair

How I managed to heal my hair

How I managed to heal my hair

How I managed to heal my hair

How I managed to heal my hair

The first step to heal my hair was treating it to a deeply nourishing treatment to get it on its way. I’d heard of Nevilles hair salon before but with the launch of their new THAIRapy Power Bar I was sold. Offering “optimal hair health tailored to your individual needs” I loosely translated that as “if you’ve royally fucked your hair over, we’ll sort it out, no judgement.” So I booked an appointment and skipped on down to their flagship salon in Belgravia. Not only is the salon six stories of beautiful décor, it goes above and beyond to make you feel welcome. After a brief but very honest consultation with my hairdresser (she got the truth out of me in the end!) she explained that sure, my hair was bordering on straw-like but it was nothing that couldn’t be fixed. Music to my ears! She explained the process and how the treatment will restructure the bond within the hair shaft using L’Oreal Professionnel Smartbond, Kerastase Caviar Chronologiste, and Redken Heatcure. This would make it stronger by allowing it to stretch without breaking.

How I managed to heal my hair

How I managed to heal my hair

How I managed to heal my hair

How I managed to heal my hair

The treatment takes around 45 minutes in which you receive a rather lovely head and hand massage while the products do their thang. After a regular wash and condition, I was seated for my blowdry. Having my hair styled is also part of the reason I hate the hairdresser. For some unknown reason, my hair must beg to be dried into a a 1980’s coiff. I don’t know why but every hairdresser feels the need to curl it under, smooth it down and backcomb the roots. But not at Nevilles, oh no. Although I tried to pull up pictures of a tousled, laid-back style to show her, my hairdresser batted it away with a confidence that both reassured and terrified me! Sipping my carrot, apple and ginger juice (yep, there’s a whole menu of healthy salads and fresh smoothies), I could barely look as she curled and pinned my hair up in sections.

But the end result was surprisingly beautiful. It was bouncy and shiny in a modern way, it had texture and movement that it hadn’t had before and above all, it looked unbelievably healthy. I couldn’t stop running my fingers through it, brushing it was a dream and it has remained like that after two washes so far. Although it should last up to two months, I feel like I may have become addicted to the Power Bar. Without a millimetre snipped off I had managed to heal my hair. And curb my fear of the hairdresser – win/win!

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