The Big Chop

A few weeks after the chop.

It took me two years to get to the point where I was comfortable with who I am to get the chop. Some people say oh you don't have to do the chop just let your hair grow out with no relaxer. I couldn't do that. So I thought about and thought about it. Finally made the decision to just stop procrastinating and just get it done. I scheduled for it to be done that weekend(Dec 4th). This time I was fully prepared for getting all of it cut well at least I thought I was. Just watching it fall to the floor made me think about it again. Was that really a good choice I made? Is this really happening? I cannot believe I'm doing this again. This time I didn't cry though. After leaving the salon I wasn't comfortable with having short hair anymore. I would always throw my hood on so nobody could see how ridiculous I though I looked. It took some reassurance from some of my family members that I looked really cute with my hair cut. So I decided no more hoods for me. Since then its grown quite a bit and I'm really happy that I cut it.

I AM My Hair

 The first time I had my hair cut was when I was in the 9th grade. I hated it. The beautician cut off some of the top and all of the back. I cried like a big ol' baby. I eventually got over it and actually started to like it. My hair ended growing back it took a while though probably about 3 years til it got to the length I wanted it at. My ends were a different story but none the less I was happy with my hair.

Until I got it dyed burgundy. I had always wanted to get my hair dyed that color.(I didn't get all of my hair dyed just got highlights first) So finally I had gotten it done and it was great for a while. I loved the way it looked in the sun. A lot of people in my family warned me about not keeping it greased but I didn't care I just knew I looked cute as a burgundy chick. Well now I wish I had of listened to them because it started falling out in the middle and that was the only place. When my hair wasnt done I felt like crud but when it was you couldn't even tell.

The song I Am Not My Hair by India.Arie does not apply to me. I am my hair. It makes me happy. Nobody can tell me other wise.