My hair. It’s a mess.
My hairstylist from birth to 18 years old told me once that I’ve had every hair style in the book.
I’ve gone from short hair with crazy bangs, to permed-poof from the 80s, to medium hair that I wouldn’t let my mom fix, to a “mushroom” cut in elementary school. Then I decided to grow it out in middle school, I got a relaxed perm and went with long and wavy. Attempting to straiten it like the other girls early high school, I had a fried frizz ball for a few years that was just gross! Mixed in with the blonde highlights I attempted, then red streaks at one point.
I finally managed to get a good grasp on hair care in late high school and had long flowing locks that everyone just loved…except me. It was wayyyyyy to much work! I envied the girls who could wash and dry and managed to look like rock stars. My hair was more like wash, dry, straiten, condition, anti-frizz, more product, more straitening, and an hour (or so) later I look acceptable. After I graduated high school, I gave up. It was just too much work and definitely not worth it. I chopped it into a bob freshman year of college to start a new journey with a new me. I actually liked it, but didn’t get many compliments from anyone else, actually the opposite…thus began the growing out stage again.
For three years I grew my hair back out, fighting with it, straitening it (because it just looks ridiculous if I wash a go – a frizzy, half-curly mess) spending those countless hours trying to look presentable, well really, just trying to be happy with it. I made it back to the point where I was finished fighting and went with the bob again. It only lasted a few months before I took a huge risk and went for a pixie!
This was by far my most favorite hair cut in the world! I had a pixie cut from my senior year in college, up through my marriage. The pixie just seemed to encompass who I was as a person. It gave me power and irony and confidence. Not to mention it was truly the wash and go cut that always seemed to look fabulous! I received more compliments with my pixie than all other haircuts combined. (Some people say that’s just because it was such a drastic change, but I believe it’s because I actually rocked that pixie).
Honestly, a few times I attempted to grow it out. As you can tell from my above journey, I like constant change in life, and change comes easiest with a haircut. So, the three…or six times, I attempted to grow it out always failed. I would get to a certain point of awkwardness and then chop it. It happened again and again.
Each time I went back to the pixie, I fell in love with my look all over again. Yet, something in me kept wanting to try for a new look. Sounds silly looking back on it. Why change something that’s so great!? (I think this actually ties into deeper psychological roots for me).
After our wedding, I decided to go for it. Partially because I wanted a new look, partially because I knew my husband wouldn’t mind me looking awkward for a few months, and partially because he met me in high school with those gorgeously long brown locks. And he loved them. So, I began my hair growth journey once again. I told Chris that he COULD NOT let me cut my hair.
So, here I am. Back to a crazy haired girl, who hates spending time fixing her hair and thus 95% of the time, looks like a hooligan. If I would only spend more time on it you say, but that’s just not going to happen. As much as I want it to, it’s just not me. I don’t have the drive or the desire, or frankly the time.
After a year, or so…of pleading with my husband to NEVER let me cut my hair again, I’m at the point where I’m literally begging him to let me cut my hair again. I just don’t want to do it anymore. Maybe, I’m giving up? Or maybe, I’m just accepting who I am, and deciding to go with what makes me most comfortable and happy.
Chris says if I offer him two options, then he will let me cut it! I instantly knew which two options to choose. It was a no-brainer.
Option #1: the pixie
I simply adore this photo of myself. It’s one of my favorites of all time, because IT’S ME! From the short hair, to the bright tye-dye shirt, to the purple nails, to my half-smile…that is Sara. The Sara I know and love.
Option #2: the short bob
If hubby isn’t ready for a complete chop, this is my second favorite…keeping the bangs I currently have, ridding myself of about 3-4 inches for a sassy bob. Much less hair, much less maintenance. Something I think I could manage a little better than what I have now. It wouldn’t be a wash and go, but I could suffice with a wash, 5 minute dry and go.
What do you think? Go for the pixie again!? Bob it!? Suck it up and keep growing it?? What made you decide to chop off your hair?