(Hair phase: October 2013- March 2014- April 2014- June 2015)
Friday, July 10, 2015 | 6:15 pm
Recently, I was telling a friend of mine how my hair was growing back and how it’s mostly black again. She said, “That’s weird because I’ve only known you with brown hair.” And I said, “Well, that’s weird because I’ve always had black hair!” And then it occurred to me that I currently have people in my life, whom I have grown fairly close to, who don’t know me with long black hair. I’M LYING TO THESE PEOPLE.
Alright, cut it with the dramatics, I know. But it is bizarre to me that there are people in my life who don’t know me with long black hair. When 24 years of my life, that’s what I was known for– “the girl with the glasses and long black hair.” Granted after I was 19, I did cut it off, but grew it back just to do it all over again. But I digress. After I moved from home, I chopped it shorter than it’s ever been and dyed it red– something I’ve always wanted to do. The red phase didn’t last very long, unfortunately, and I had to dye it brown and get it color corrected eventually. And now half of my hair is back to black as its turned into this weird natural ombre.
I get it, it’s just hair. But my hair has somewhat become a symbol of my freedom. My hair was just one of the (many) things that my mother tried to control in my life. And now that I live in a new city, on my own in my first apartment, I can do whatever I want with my hair, and well, anything else in life. I just booked a flight to go to NYC in two weeks, and booked an appointment to get a tattoo the week after. And that in itself is bizarre to know that a little over a year and a half ago, I was not allowed to live the life that I currently live. Living by my own rules for the first time in my life and it’s still so surreal.
Here’s to my year and a half anniversary. This is still the best decision I’ve ever made.