If you’re anything like me, you’ve spent stupid amounts of time scanning celebrity photos and pinning them to your Pinterest board. These posts all serve as little virtual Post-Its reminding me to “try this look.” I can even get a little old school sometimes, spreading my magazines and makeup around me like a little girl playing dress-up. I swatch and apply so many lipsticks that sometimes I feel like I’m running the risk of rubbing my lips right off of my face.
The Big Chop. One More Time!
I keep things from you, oh fine readers of The Right Style. I keep lots of things from you. For example, about two weeks ago, I got a hair cut. Quite a dramatic haircut, actually. I cut my hair allllllll the way off. Now, if you’ve known me for any length of time, you’ll know that I’m not afraid of scissors. I first cut all of my hair off when I was 16 years old. This was about 13 (gasp) years ago, before Black women fully mobilized around the cult of natural hair. I remember walking into the salon fully intending to get a touch-up on my relaxer and asking for my long-time stylist, Gloria, to cut it off instead. She looked at my mother.
“Can I cut this child’s hair off?”
Mommy shrugged. “It’s her head.”
And then a surprisingly short time later, there I was, free of my shoulder-length straight hair.
My mother has, fortunately, never put any kind of value on the texture or length of my hair– I think that this is one of the things that has enabled me to feel so confident when I decide to change it. A lot of people felt strongly about that first cut. Most of the reactions were good, great even. But my, oh my, was there shade. People would smile at me and ask me why I wanted to cut off all that pretty hair. People told me that it would grow back.
But we’re in a different time and place and this haircut and the many ones that came before it, were much less impactful than that first one. I had grown my hair out into a wild and unmanageable afro this time, all resplendent with brown roots and sun-bleached reddish-brown tips. I had previously dyed my hair a deep auburn black but my hair is always eager to return to its natural, kind-of-wacky color. One of the reactions to my new hair cut? My friend, Carmen, “That’s so you. It always was.”
My hair, in its (old) usual style.
Immediately pre-hair massacre. It was a wildly humid/rainy day–my hair had shrunk 3 sizes from that morning.
This is the new me. The new old me, you could say.
Have you made any big style changes? How did the people around you react? Tell me in the comments!
