Put down the scissors

I wore my hair either fully or partially up for 9 years. I’m glad that’s behind me.

Back in Junior High, I was so envious of girls with straight hair. I wanted so badly to have bangs that I could curl. One night I decided to cut my own bangs. Boy was that a terrible idea. I gathered hair from way too far back on my head and pulled it down over my eyes. I took the scissors and cut it. Immediately I could tell I had made a huge mistake.

You see, curly hair does not lie flat. Not only were the bangs uneven, but they raised up about 3 inches off of my head. I remember my mom saying “Oh no, what did you do”? It looked like a large animal had taken a dump on my head. There was no way to make the mass of thick, curly hair even closely resemble bangs.

The hair was so short that I couldn’t even pin it back. It stood at attention for months. Finally, it grew long enough to hold a barrette. I went from resembling a cockatoo to slick rick. I went through 4 years of high school without wearing my hair down. I got used to it. It seriously became my security blanket… something that I had control over. After high school I continued to wear it up. Four years of college past and almost no one saw it completely down.

It wasn’t until I moved back to Rochester that I finally let a hair stylist have her way with it. Let’s just say, she changed my life. For the 1st time in along time, I was comfortable with my mane. Sounds strange, but the curls (and my identity) needed to be rescued.

So in case you ever wondered, there you have it. Definitely not one of my smartest moments.