Oh, Hair No!

Once it started coming out, it was like a never-ending apocalypse.

Thank you Rebels Hair Studio for shaving my head last minute!

“Hair - any of the fine threadlike strands growing from the skin of humans, mammals, and some other animals.” - Google Dictionary

I never thought about how much these “strands” meant to one’s identity. Meant to MY identity. It sounds consuming when it is put this way, but what is your initial thought if you knew you HAD to shave your head? Society puts so much emphasis on how these strands ‘should’ look and what type of strands you ‘should’ have. Long waves, a short bob, colored to perfection, highlighted...you name it.

You can imagine the emotional whirlwind I was in today when my hair, my strands, gave up on me. They gave up on my fight against their will. All of the upkeep to maintain my balayage no longer mattered. All I kept thinking was by this time next year, I will have a full head of baby strands again. (Fingers crossed.)

I was crushed mentally and emotionally when those first couple of strands came out. After that, it was like a never-ending apocalypse. The appointment I had made weeks in advance to ensure that I was going to be able to take charge before it got to me was canceled. I needed this hair gone…now. A couple phone calls later, I was sitting in a salon chair ready as I would ever be. SHAVE IT!

Oddly enough, the process of getting a buzz cut is so relaxing. No wonder so many people get them! Not to mention the low maintenance of it all. Literally, a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I have never felt more empowered to be unstoppable in my life. Don’t get me wrong, the 24 hours leading up to this were some of the hardest moments of my life. Some of my lowest mental moments in this process so far, but it is behind me now. It has forever changed me and my opinion on the consumption of the hair identity crisis. Be simply you.

Xoxo

Sydney