use your head

I have a big forehead. And bushy hair.

But on weekends, I don't care. I toss vanity out the window, forgo makeup, and keep the flat iron powered off. And on mornings like yesterday when the rain is coming down and the wind is threatening off Lake Erie, I really don't care.

So for the first time in my adult life, I put on a hat: a baseball cap to run the Cleveland Marathon 10k.

Eh. I realized then it didn't look too shabby. So I wondered, why don't I wear hats more often?

I mean, I love hats. Titanic hats. Hats that look like they're straight from the royal wedding. If they have feathers on it, even better.

My husband believes my hats define me. But I tell him - use your head. No pun intended. I am certainly not an athlete simply because I wear a baseball cap. And he occasionally regards my hats as pretentious.

But just because others may identify me by my head dress, it does not clearly state who I am as a person. Hats represent the emotional state I am in at that moment. They help me exude confidence, just as any other accessory would. You wouldn't fault a woman for her handbag or shoes, would you?

I certainly thought no different of Amara for her headpiece choice on her First Communion. I mean, after all, she is a princess.

As with any other fashion, if it assists to create a healthy self-image and helps bring up the self-esteem of women, I'm all for it.

Heck, I don't know if I looked remotely fashionable the last few weeks with my hats. But I really didn't care.

I was happy. And that's all that mattered.