Hair

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. It’s taken me a long time to get to this point. I’m happy I’m finally here.

I was almost bald for the first two years of my life. Just a fuzzy headed little happy blob. But, when my hair started to grow, it grew and grew and grew. It grew thick and curly and fast so that haircuts had to happen every month or so.

I’ve had pin curls, Dippity-Do’d soft pink-roller-curls, natural curls, blow-dried straight hair, flat-ironed hair, curling ironed hair and hot-rollered hair.

I’m done.

I’m sick of going to salons. I’m sick of people not knowing how to cut my hair properly. I’m sick of people styling my hair in a way that doesn’t suit my personality AT ALL. I’m sick of taking the time and spending the money when I’m never satisfied and especially when I have to repeat the process every 4-6 weeks.

So, I’m embracing my natural hair. It’s curly, wavy, out of control sometimes and I Just Don’t Care.

I cut it myself but pulling my wet hair up into a band at the top of my head and lop off an inch or two. Presto-Chango, perfectly layered haircut that works beautifully with my hair. I think so, at least, and if no one else agrees, that’s just too bad.

I’ve been hearing David Crosby in my head and I’m just too old anymore not to let my freak flag fly. And even though I do cut my hair, I’m not going to conform anymore to what others say my hair should be or look like. I should have done so my whole life. I owe it to myself to be myself. My hair is part of that authenticity.

Better late than never.

Almost cut my hair, happened just the other day. It’s gettin’ kinda long. I coulda said it wasn’t in my way but I didn’t and I wonder why. I feel like letting my freak flag fly. Yes, I feel like I owe it to someone.

David Crosby