While I’m putting the finishing touches on my project, over the next few days, please enjoy several entries about my hair journey.
original post first published January 04, 2010*
As I’ve talked about again and again, I’ve got this thing with my hair. Well, here we go one more time.
I was 21, looking more like 12, but pretty cute overall. Bright eyes, big smile and pretty forgettable hair. I had worn it relaxed for as long as I could remember. My hair was just that — hair. It was not something I worried about much until I needed to get it touched up or trimmed. The Hubs and I were dating and he invited me to a formal (you probably recall this story from a previous post). At the time, I couldn’t afford to get the full on relaxer that I so desperately needed. Somehow, I had gone years not knowing that I could have picked up a $5 box kit of Dark and Lovely at K-Mart off of Bypass Rd. I couldn’t go to this dance with several inches of new growth, so I just cut my hair.
I hadn’t told anyone I was going to do it. I didn’t’ even know I was going to do it until I was in the chair and said, “Let’s just cut it.” Little did I know how my relationship with my hair would change. I’m not just talking about the day to day maintenance of my hair, but how I viewed my hair in relation to myself and to society. I had unknowingly started down a path that would come to define a large part of who I am. Once it was cut, I just let it do it’s own thing which I quickly found out was to just spiral around and around. My hair became an entity unto itself.