Hair-do's can do more for you.
It was a fun-filled Saturday. I went to see Beauty and the Beast with a couple friends, got a Shamrock Shake, and all was well with the world.
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But, I needed something else to spice up my weekend.
My hair hadn’t changed in a while, and I had long since forgotten my vow to “grow it out”. The haircut, or affectionately known to no one but myself as the hair-cute, was a longtime coming. I am better off for it!
I first talked to my friend Lauren, who happened to live on my dormitory floor, only a few doors away. She had been doing my hair for a while now. She always did well and I trusted her. I visited her that night and asked for a kind of consultation. I told her what I wanted, short but not too short, maturing, and fun; something drastically different. She showed me pictures and we agreed to do it the following afternoon. I had no idea what to expect!
I was slightly nervous, but mostly excited. We chatted, she snipped away until the floors hid under a shroud of dark carpet which was formally my hair. It slowly formed into what it was intended to be, and as it shaped, I asked a very daring question.
“So, how do you think I would look with bangs?”
Lauren said that I would look great! So, of course, I took her word for it, and it was done.
I was staring into the mirror, barely recognizing myself. My hair had been straightened, one side reminding me of Cleopatra, the other, a short fairy-tale. Honestly, I thought I looked really weird. Especially, with the bangs. At the same time, after the initial shock, I realized how good it felt to take a risk, and act semi-spontaneous. It wasn’t a plane ride to Paris, but it was something for myself. I felt more confident, people complimented how cute it was, how cute I was, and the boost had me in follicular nirvana.
I have had many hairstyle changes, some awesome, like my new asymmetrical, independent woman hairstyle, and some not-so-awesome, like the short pixie-haircut that really wasn’t a pixie. I wanted to donate my hair and at the same time try out a new hairstyle that I saw on a cartoon-character. I am glad I was able to donate, but the style I chose could have been avoided. Lesson learned.
Although, one thing always happens, without fail, when I have haircuts. My hair grows back.
If you are like me, and just need a little spontaneity in your life, just enough to get you through the rest of the year and you will literally take anything you can get….why not get a haircut? And not just any haircut, something new, different, aspire for a look to create a different version of yourself. Haircuts are not assured, but the beauty is in the adventure. It isn’t much, but it is enough.
Go for it! You (hair) do you!
