My Friends Think I Change My Hairstyle Too Much – Oh Well!

Ever since I was a little girl I was always fascinated with my hair. I had hair all the way down my back, and my mother was extremely protective and cautious about who and what touched my hair, hence the reason I didn’t get a perm till I was in high school, and that was only because it took 10 years to wear her down and get her to give in!

My mother always did my hair, and didn’t like me to play in my hair or touch it, so she got me a mannequin, or two, or three. I loved my mannequins.

I would wash their hair in the sink, comb the hair, braid their hair, and even cut their hair. At one point in time I thought I wanted to be a cosmetologist, because I was so fascinated with hair. Fast forward to my senior year of high school, when I turned 18.

At that point, even though I had won the battle of getting a relaxer in my hair, I was up against another battle- a short hair cut. I had long hair for literally as long as I could remember, and I was simply tired of it. To me it was just hair, and hair will grow back.

So, when I turned 18 my mother decided that technically the battle was over because if she wouldn’t let me do it then I was going to do it when I left for college later that year. So, I made the appointment for a Saturday morning, and and had a bunch of pictures of how I wanted my cut to look. I knew I didn’t want it too short, and my only thing was, as long as I can still put it in a little pony tail, then I will be fine.

I got a bob hair cut, and I loved it! My mom even loved it too. It made me look a little older, and it was just the boost of confidence I needed to finish out my senior year.

Also, it was like the match that lit the fire because from that day on I was always changing up my hair style. In my freshman year of college I started experimenting with sew-ins. I had a friend who lived in my dorm who did hair, and she loved to practice on mine.