So, if any of you lovely readers know me well, you all know that my hair is huge. Seriously, huge. It's down to my butt, thick as old hell and curly. I decided to change it.
When I changed it I started thinking about the correlation between women and their hair and how our hair can drastically affect our moods or how when we know our lives have changed in some drastic way, changing our hair somehow helps us women overcome the obstacle that's facing us. We go through a bad break-up, we change our hair; new job, change our hair; new baby, change our hair. I was one of the few women I know that rarely, if ever, changed their hair. I was known as "Alyson with the hair". Always big, always curly, always long, always my secret love, my security blanket. It made me feel safe, it made me feel sexy, it made me feel different from all the other sheeple out there. It's gone and I feel wonderful and new and alive. How weird is that?
What I find strange is that sometimes we change things not realizing how much we needed the change, how much we needed that turn of events. Whether it's deciding on a move, a new job or even something as silly as a damn haircut, there are times that we don't realize how much we needed it until it was done. Sometimes it is the change itself, welcome or otherwise, that makes us wake-up to the realization that the change was needed. We break-up with someone and it's not until we're going through the healing process that we realize just how f**ked up that relationship was, just how much of a drain it was on our emotional psyche. We move and we realize just how much we never really felt at home until we're in that new place, surrounded by new people who start feeling like a lost and welcome family. We women cut, colour, curl, straighten, weave, blow out, tie up, bun, streak, or shave our damn hair while men, well I don't know what men do, they defy my logic.
Anyway, my point here is this: sometimes, during snap decisions (like a haircut) we look up and realize just how much our lives have changed, sometimes over extended periods of time and sometimes, like me, in just a few short months or weeks or days. When I looked into that stylist's mirror the first time, I wanted to strangle her, she thinned my wonderfully thick hair, she cut off too much and gave me bangs to look like Blossom. I lost who I thought I was in that moment, the old me was gone and an aging banker was left behind. I got home fighting tears and ran to the nearest drugstore and did another drastic and uncharacteristic move, I dyed the remainder of the the curls on my head. It was when I looked into the mirror after what looked like the murder of a Smurf did I realize how much my life had changed, how much I had changed. I realized how much I needed to reconnect with who I was, who I am and who I want to be. I am becoming me. It's a long road after 31 long and tumultuous years but I'm going after things that I want and barely even realized, even if it is starting or maybe ending, with a damn haircut.
So I guess my point is that sometimes we need a kick in the ass to remind us of what's important and to remind us of who we are as a person. Sometimes we need a change to wake us up to who we need to be or remind us that we are becoming the person we want to be.
Sometimes, a stupid haircut can remind us that all the past bullshit is worth the happiness we have today.
The Transformation:
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| Before |
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| Ahhh!! I LOOK LIKE BLOSSOM!!! |
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| The real process begins!! |
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| Almost there ... |
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| And there it is ... almost finished, just needs some fine tuning!! |
