hairy days
So....
Today I finished my third year of college.
When I finished my last exam, I came home and put some final touches on a paper. After the paper business, I went to a hair stylist and cut off all my hair. I still have a about two inches, but it's curled up to look like half an inch. I've never had my hair this short; in fact, when I was born, I had a head full of hair. Oh my!
I knew that it was going to be difficult to go this short, but I was determined. I wanted to grow out my natural hair and stop killing my scalp with lye and other chemicals. I read on-line that the hardest part about going natural - from straight to kinky - is cutting off your long hair. I decided to wait 'til the end of the semester to cut it off so that I wouldn't have to deal with the shock of classmates and friends. I ended up shocking myself.
I never realized how attached I was to the stuff on top of my head. I never thought I was one of those girls whose mood changed when they had bad hair days. But then, I should have guessed it - since the best days that I can remember fell on good hair days.
I am currently pondering my vainness. I am considering not going to a party because I don't want to face people. I don't want to call my friends and meet up with them. I just want to stay in my room until my hair grows back. I didn't realize how much I valued that hair on my head (on its good days).
Fortunately, it will only take me two years to get it back to the length that it was at earlier today.
My hair doesn't define my beauty and even if it does, I have enough back bone to wear my short hair proudly. Head up! Eyes bright!
I know that I was faced with self deception today. I had denied that a certain part of me mattered so much.
I must remember that what I look like is not who I am.
***I was so unique now I feel skin deep***
Today I finished my third year of college.
When I finished my last exam, I came home and put some final touches on a paper. After the paper business, I went to a hair stylist and cut off all my hair. I still have a about two inches, but it's curled up to look like half an inch. I've never had my hair this short; in fact, when I was born, I had a head full of hair. Oh my!
I knew that it was going to be difficult to go this short, but I was determined. I wanted to grow out my natural hair and stop killing my scalp with lye and other chemicals. I read on-line that the hardest part about going natural - from straight to kinky - is cutting off your long hair. I decided to wait 'til the end of the semester to cut it off so that I wouldn't have to deal with the shock of classmates and friends. I ended up shocking myself.
I never realized how attached I was to the stuff on top of my head. I never thought I was one of those girls whose mood changed when they had bad hair days. But then, I should have guessed it - since the best days that I can remember fell on good hair days.
I am currently pondering my vainness. I am considering not going to a party because I don't want to face people. I don't want to call my friends and meet up with them. I just want to stay in my room until my hair grows back. I didn't realize how much I valued that hair on my head (on its good days).
Fortunately, it will only take me two years to get it back to the length that it was at earlier today.
My hair doesn't define my beauty and even if it does, I have enough back bone to wear my short hair proudly. Head up! Eyes bright!
I know that I was faced with self deception today. I had denied that a certain part of me mattered so much.
I must remember that what I look like is not who I am.
***I was so unique now I feel skin deep***