*Note: This post was written weeks/months before posting. I was still deciding whether or not to blog.
So, I have been deeply mulling over this belief that long hair equals beauty. After many nights of ranting to the bestie, I discovered that this “conditioning” came from many areas in my childhood which followed me into my adulthood. I remember in the 7th grade I got my first hair cut. I was very excited and loved it. I was an 80’s baby so the hair style I had was a mushroom cut with long hair in the back. All of my friends loved it and I did to until I overheard this particular conversation. There were these two boys who sat in the back of the classroom. One of the guys, the girls were absolutely crazy over. The other, well let’s just say his mommy loved him very much. Anyway, they were discussing what girls they thought were pretty and which ones were not. As they were judging girl after girl my name came up. I heard them both agree that I was cute except my hair was too short and I would be fine if I wasn’t bald headed. I turned around and said, “umm, excuse me but you cannot see my scalp and my hair is short by choice!” One of the long haired girls said, “yeah right.” Then, the boys said, prove it. Bring a picture tomorrow. By this time I am pissed, but being the Aries that I am I arise to challenges with the utmost intentions of crushing my opponent. I reply, not only will I bring a picture, I’ll show you (the girl who said yeah right) that my hair was longer than yours!
The next day I brought my pics and the boys say, “you are so pretty, why did you cut your hair?” Although I poked my chest out and gave those two a piece of my mind, that moment stuck with me deep inside my subconscious. Also, many of the guys I dated when I grew up were stuck on long hair. Even my grandmother was obsessed with it. When I told her I was thinking about going natural she was fine. But when I said I was thinking about cutting my hair she told me I was crazy and just about bit my head off. My apprehensions about cutting my hair began to makes sense to me now. I was now determined to shake off these past experiences and redefine for myself what beauty means. Also, I have a beautiful daughter who looks up to me and it is my job to set the example of how she should view herself. So, I shared these inner discoveries with the hubby, who loves long hair btw. However, he is totally supportive of whatever I decide to do, I’ll always be beautiful no matter what (hey, those were his words not mine lol)!
So, with that being said…
I did it! I cut off all of my heat trained hair and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.
Until next time…Lotus Blossom out!