Why I cut my hair: From flat iron to wave brush
From flat iron to wave brush: Why I cut my hair
It was the top of the summer, and instead of going to Jamaica with my girls, I was at work on a lunch break making a ton of phone calls to pick the pieces of my little one bedroom apartment up after it flooded. I had been living in a hotel suite for a month out of a suitcase until I could get into a new place, on top of freelancing and cranking out papers for grad school. Attractive? Eh, not exactly.
Call after call, disappointment after disappointment, I had enough. One more call of frustration before I could set an appointment to get my cute little pixie cut and colored, and I found myself texting another number—my high school friend, Rich, the barber.
Before I got the gumption to text him, I scrolled The Cut Life on Instagram looking for cutspiration—ladies with faces shaped similar to mine, paired with beautiful haircuts and confidence. I picked two cuts I loved and sent them to Rich.
I was officially pulling a ‘Britney’.
I headed to the shop directly after work, and I am quite sure my soundtrack on the way over could’ve been a cross of ‘Yonce (the B’Day version) and India Arie’s “I Am Not My Hair”.
I walked into the barbershop in my business attire, and there I was, a 26-year-old woman in a room full of attractive men, and I was about to bear it all, but not in that sense. A major part of what I thought made me a woman was being chopped off, dropping to the floor in jet-black chunks. Rich took his time. He finished off with a part on the left side of my Caesar and handed me the mirror.
There I was. Bare. Bare, but full of a sense of newness, a sense of caring about what was important and what I needed to do to keep positive in light of my “normal” life being turned upside down.
Today, I feel more confident than ever, and I guess it is because I have grown to realize that even beautiful, almost-bald women, get just as much respect (and a whole lot of props and compliments) for being BOLD.
My best friend and I have this saying each time we want to do something semi-crazy to our hair—“It’s just hair”. And indeed, I’ve learned it’s just that, I even purchased a wig for the days I want to try something different. If you want to rock something, do it for you. Not your bestie, boo, or frenemy. Do it to be comfortable in your skin, in your accomplishments and abilities, knowing that hair is only an extension (not that kind, lol) to who YOU are.