I chickened out every. Single. Time.
For example, I went to the hair salon earlier this year and confidently said that I wanted to cut my hair. All of the hairstylists were busy so I had to wait for a bit. While waiting, I looked at myself in the mirror, looked at my photos in my albums, took photos of myself (above picture) and I thought "What the hell am I doing? My hair is perfectly fine the way it is. Get out NOW!"
So I made a lame excuse about my baby crying and quickly walked out.
There were numerous other similar incidences which explain why no one really gives a crap whenever I say I'm chopping off my hair. I'm like the boy who cried wolf.
Last week, I had the urge again. I was so convinced that it was finally time. I've done everything possible to my super long hair for the past 8 years. I've coloured my hair blonde, brown, orange (DIY gone wrong), purple, maroon, red, blue, jet black (current hair colour). I've also had side swept bangs and full bangs. I have curled my hair in every possible way; tight, loose, big, small. There was nothing left to do.
When I told my girlfriends, most of them were like;
"I bet you will end up with a quarter of an inch trim only"
"Tia won't do it, trust me!"
"Haven't we had this conversation many times before?"
"I'll show them!", I thought. So I headed to the hair salon on Saturday, determined to follow through with the plan. I even had a long and emotional goodbye session with my hair at home and on the way in the car.
When I got there, I sat down and started flipping the hair magazines. All the short hairstyles looked amazing. I was giddy with excitement. I couldn't believe that I waited so long to do this. I felt great and I was smiling from ear to ear.
And then I saw the scissors.
My hairstylist was making his way towards me holding a pair of big, fat, mean-looking scissors. I could feel my smile faltering, and it slowly turned upside down into a frown. My eyes started to well up with tears, my heart was racing and apparently my legs also came to life because the next thing I knew I was running, yes running, out of the salon.
I don't know how to explain it. I just have this strong attachment towards my hair. People always say it's just hair, it will grow back. But not to me. My waist length hair is a part of me, of who I am.
So yeah, my hair has been pretty boring for the past 8 years. One of the most major changes that I had was having full bangs a few years back. Even that took days to decide, and a number of trips to the hair salon before I finally went for it.
|Philip Island with my sisters|
Another major change was last year when I went to the hair salon to touch up my hair colour but Kak Seb (my boss) somehow managed to convince me to cut my hair. I cried the whole time. It turned out to be shorter than I expected :(
|After crying face|
|Don't worry that's virgin margarita ^.^|
|Pendek gilaaaa :( I was in denial for a few months|
Ok fine. In the last 2 pictures I was donning a wig that I got in Sydney haha. There's just no way in hell I would cut my hair that short. Not on my own free will at least.