The tale of a few hair changes....

I've been the type of person who takes "risks" (if you can call it that) with my hair. My motto, it will always grow back, even though I was nervous every time I did something new and even chickened out a few times. Plus, I discovered the bun hairstyle in 5th grade, my hair was always (and still is always) in that style! I understand that some people feel their hair is a safety blanket (we all have our safety blankets) but I've never really liked my hair so that wasn't my experience. Enjoy!

Of course, we have to start with my very first haircut as a child. I don't remember much from this experience, but my mom kept a lock of my hair in her keepsakes. After this, came my nana's haircuts when I was young. She also cut her own hair, so we had similar hairdos. Mine shoulder length, while hers a little above the shoulders. She loved getting my pictures done at JCPenney's, and this was my hairs debut. So, she fixed it up, put me in a white turtleneck and I was off.

Next, came color, of course. Oh, and those little feathers you could clip in your hair in the early-2000s and would stay in for weeks at a time. (I loved those, I had a peacock feather.) Anyway, I got professional highlights at first. I have dark brown, basically black hair, so they definitely popped. But after that phase, I quite enjoyed the box dies. More browns, and deep reds. I now know, you're not exactly supposed to use those (Whoops), but they were so much cheaper, and quicker. I haven't box died my hair in years though or any color for that matter.

Now, for the BIG (in my opinion) haircuts. I had different bangs throughout the years, swoop, full set, side. But I want to talk about my first big/chicken chop. Remember how I said I was nervous; this is what I was talking about. I wanted a shaved head from the time I was a preteen (I was around 14 or 15 by this point.) My mom and I were going to her coworkers' school, where the coworker was learning at, to get a haircut. I was hyping myself up all day to buzz my head, but by the time it came around, I was way too nervous. Brittany, who cut my hair, was so funny, talented, and made me feel comfortable. She walked me through what we could do instead, so I settled on a longer version of a buzz cut. The cut was an adjustment for me, I was in dance classes at this time, so hairpieces were finagled at times and God-awful wigs were worn but I did enjoy my haircut for most of my teens before wanting something different and growing it back out.

Alrighty, last but certainly not least, the BUZZ cut. This hair cut came in 2020. Everyone is aware, (unless you were a baby) the world was shut down this year. Healthcare workers were on the frontlines, masks were up, curfews were set, so many people sadly passed, and some people were entirely alone. I was fortunate enough to not be alone. While in lockdown, I decided to shave my head. If I hated, I figured no one would see me or I could wear a hat all the time. My fantastic mom ended up shaving it for me. My head felt a million times lighter and washing it was a breeze. I really enjoyed waking up and not having to do anything to my hair (basically throwing it in a bun but still), just get up and go. My dad said I looked like G.I. Jane. I was so proud of myself for finally doing it though, it wasn't as scary as I thought. My life is made up of so many of those moments. Hyping things up until they become big bad wolves but then not being as scary in the end. My next story will be a perfect example of this. Stay tuned.

Until next time. Bye!

Lesson Learned: Sometimes the risk is worth taking, no matter how trivial it may seem.