CLCNY20
April 25th, 2008, 03:29 PM
I've come to an epiphany about hair (and I'm sure it won't be the last, lol) and I wanted to share it. I'm sure everyone has realized something special/unique/weird/coincidental/glorious about hair (whether it's yours, or just hair in general) and I'd really love to hear about it! Especially if you have hair beyond your shoulders, I'd really love to learn what you've been through/figured out along the way...
I made a blog about this on my hair site, but since I don't have a siggy yet I'll just paste it here:
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My Little Hair Epiphany
[SIZE=3]First off, I just want to say that I’m highly embarrassed at all that I’ve put my hair through, and at all of the “styles” that I’ve forced my hair to emulate all in the sake of getting a compliment. They were not worth loosing inches and inches and inches, and were not worth the dryness that the ends of my hair are now suffering.
Hair can tell you a lot about a person. It can tell you if a person is a risk-taker, or not. It can tell you if a person is pressured by society to do things that aren’t really the best for them, or if a person doesn’t give a damn about society’s opinion. Most importantly, it can tell you how well a person takes care of themselves. If you don’t believe me, take a look at these Hollywood stars…
As shiny as their hair may be, it doesn’t take a genius to see that it’s over-processed, and dry/brittle/damaged-looking when you catch them off the red carpet; this means exactly what I just said in regards to who they are as a person—shiny and pretty when in front of the camera, and in bad condition when they think they are alone (but sadly, they are never alone, and cannot escape the truth).
Take a look at Goth guys/chicks, at the Kool-Aid (no joke, and no intention of being rude, but that was what many Goth friends have told me they use) they put into their hair to take the ends from black to Manic Panic red. We look at them and think, “wow…someone’s trying to make a bold statement!” and it’s true—if these Goths wanted to be low-key, they could just have their beliefs and keep them quietly to themselves, but they want to make a statement, and with a Kool-Aid brightener hairstyle, the statement is, “I want to stand out, I want to be noticed…but I don’t want to do any harm to myself just for the sake of a trend”. Kool Aid does, after all, wash out.
I’ll have to finish this later, my boss just pissed me off pretty badly, and I lost all track of thought…
Okay, so as I was saying before (trying to regain the momentum I started this article out with…) your hair says a lot about you, whether you believe it or not.
I will not count my hair/hairstyles under the age of 19, because they were controlled by my mother (but then again, so was I, lol—so in a way my hair did tell the truth about who I was/my lifestyle).
From 19 on, I was wearing my hair in weaves, and extensions. What did this say? “I have no clue what to do with what God gave me, so I’m just gonna hide it under something more manageable”.
Now, I just want to note here that NOT ALL PEOPLE WHO WEAR WEAVES ARE DOING SO FOR THE SAME REASON! I just happened to be at that end-of-adolescence stage where I had NO clue who I was, and just figured, “fine, I’ll work and go to school, because that way I’m covering all bases, and making everyone happy”, but the truth was that not everyone was happy…I wasn’t happy…
I finally took my weave/braids out at around age 22, and my hair had grown down to the longest it had ever been (which wasn't that long, it was just a little passed my shoulders). I was so proud of it, and even my mother was raving about it…and then the unimaginable happened…
Somehow, someway, my hair broke off at the ends. I think it was from perming it after like 3 months of it resting under braids, but it came off like crazy. And not just an inch of it…not just two…
I had about 4 inches of new growth, and pretty much all 4 inches broke off, and unevenly to boot. So, I finally got my moment of glory, and it got snatched from me before I could even enjoy it. I was devastated.
Left with no other choice but to save-face, I went back to the weaves. I’ve been wearing weaves and braids in my hair ever since my early twenties, and I’m now in my late 20’s, and still have them in.
How does this tie into my 20’s? I’ve been doing what society expects me to, in order to “save-face”. Even when I wasn’t working, I was still busting my ass to look for work, and even when I wasn’t looking for work, I was beating up on myself for taking a break. Meanwhile, I wasn’t stopping to really figure out what I wanted, and just kept getting swept up in the crowd of people all around me, and the media--into the direction of "what needs to be done/should be done" instead of trying to found the "what wants to be done/can be done".
Well, here I am, 28-years-old, and I’ve finally woken up about my hair. I no longer want to wear weaves, and I damn sure as hell don’t want to pay for someone else to put them in (a couple hundred bucks, and I have important things I could be doing with that money), not to mention not wanting to do them myself anymore (I cannot tell you how long it takes…) I want to wear my own natural hair, and not be afraid of breaking it all off through negligence.
How does that mirror my life? Well, at the age of 28 I have decided that I would like to return to school, but unlike when I was going to college a few years ago, I will be majoring in a trade/craft that I truly admire (Computer Graphics and Animation) rather than what I think my family would rather (Nursing…which is what I was going for before, but was just not feeling). I want to be true to myself, and make sure that 40-year-old me isn’t crying into her hands, wishing she could return and be true to herself back when she had a better chance to…
Also, my boss is trying to punish me for not wanting to go into Sales from my Administrative Assistant job title—even though this is what I interviewed for, and even though I explained to him (both at the interview and many times after) that I chose to be an Administrative Assistant as a JOB not a a CAREER, which means that I have no plans to remain one (nothing against those who choose to remain one, but I’m too young to stay in this category…it’s decent pay, but I’d rather be making computer game animations, or working for Disney and Pixar [FONT=Wingdings]J ) I told him I will soon be returning to school—even though I’m not sure if it’s going to be this year or next, and wanted to make sure I was in a job title which allowed me the flexibility to come in earlier and leave earlier if I had to, and also to leave when I had to, period (you can’t just up and leave in the middle of a sale). He doesn’t understand, however, and is attributing my non-acceptance as me either being lazy, or not believing in myself enough to do Sales. I’ve told him I’ve DONE Sales before, and that it’s not a big deal, but he hears what he wants to, so what can I do?
I will not let anyone tell me something cannot be achieved, either in my life or with my hair. Let God be the one to decide that, and let me be the one to second it.
So here I am, ready for what may come, but armed with more knowledge than I've ever had in my life before. I don't mind failing, I know I'm going to stumble and fall quite a few times before I find my footing, but as long as I'm giving my best effort, and not letting the little things sway/stop me, I'm find dusting myself off, and continuing on my journey, taking with me all the good/bad lessons learned.
And that’s my little hair epiphany of the week. :D
C
I made a blog about this on my hair site, but since I don't have a siggy yet I'll just paste it here:
_______________________________________________
My Little Hair Epiphany
[SIZE=3]First off, I just want to say that I’m highly embarrassed at all that I’ve put my hair through, and at all of the “styles” that I’ve forced my hair to emulate all in the sake of getting a compliment. They were not worth loosing inches and inches and inches, and were not worth the dryness that the ends of my hair are now suffering.
Hair can tell you a lot about a person. It can tell you if a person is a risk-taker, or not. It can tell you if a person is pressured by society to do things that aren’t really the best for them, or if a person doesn’t give a damn about society’s opinion. Most importantly, it can tell you how well a person takes care of themselves. If you don’t believe me, take a look at these Hollywood stars…
As shiny as their hair may be, it doesn’t take a genius to see that it’s over-processed, and dry/brittle/damaged-looking when you catch them off the red carpet; this means exactly what I just said in regards to who they are as a person—shiny and pretty when in front of the camera, and in bad condition when they think they are alone (but sadly, they are never alone, and cannot escape the truth).
Take a look at Goth guys/chicks, at the Kool-Aid (no joke, and no intention of being rude, but that was what many Goth friends have told me they use) they put into their hair to take the ends from black to Manic Panic red. We look at them and think, “wow…someone’s trying to make a bold statement!” and it’s true—if these Goths wanted to be low-key, they could just have their beliefs and keep them quietly to themselves, but they want to make a statement, and with a Kool-Aid brightener hairstyle, the statement is, “I want to stand out, I want to be noticed…but I don’t want to do any harm to myself just for the sake of a trend”. Kool Aid does, after all, wash out.
I’ll have to finish this later, my boss just pissed me off pretty badly, and I lost all track of thought…
Okay, so as I was saying before (trying to regain the momentum I started this article out with…) your hair says a lot about you, whether you believe it or not.
I will not count my hair/hairstyles under the age of 19, because they were controlled by my mother (but then again, so was I, lol—so in a way my hair did tell the truth about who I was/my lifestyle).
From 19 on, I was wearing my hair in weaves, and extensions. What did this say? “I have no clue what to do with what God gave me, so I’m just gonna hide it under something more manageable”.
Now, I just want to note here that NOT ALL PEOPLE WHO WEAR WEAVES ARE DOING SO FOR THE SAME REASON! I just happened to be at that end-of-adolescence stage where I had NO clue who I was, and just figured, “fine, I’ll work and go to school, because that way I’m covering all bases, and making everyone happy”, but the truth was that not everyone was happy…I wasn’t happy…
I finally took my weave/braids out at around age 22, and my hair had grown down to the longest it had ever been (which wasn't that long, it was just a little passed my shoulders). I was so proud of it, and even my mother was raving about it…and then the unimaginable happened…
Somehow, someway, my hair broke off at the ends. I think it was from perming it after like 3 months of it resting under braids, but it came off like crazy. And not just an inch of it…not just two…
I had about 4 inches of new growth, and pretty much all 4 inches broke off, and unevenly to boot. So, I finally got my moment of glory, and it got snatched from me before I could even enjoy it. I was devastated.
Left with no other choice but to save-face, I went back to the weaves. I’ve been wearing weaves and braids in my hair ever since my early twenties, and I’m now in my late 20’s, and still have them in.
How does this tie into my 20’s? I’ve been doing what society expects me to, in order to “save-face”. Even when I wasn’t working, I was still busting my ass to look for work, and even when I wasn’t looking for work, I was beating up on myself for taking a break. Meanwhile, I wasn’t stopping to really figure out what I wanted, and just kept getting swept up in the crowd of people all around me, and the media--into the direction of "what needs to be done/should be done" instead of trying to found the "what wants to be done/can be done".
Well, here I am, 28-years-old, and I’ve finally woken up about my hair. I no longer want to wear weaves, and I damn sure as hell don’t want to pay for someone else to put them in (a couple hundred bucks, and I have important things I could be doing with that money), not to mention not wanting to do them myself anymore (I cannot tell you how long it takes…) I want to wear my own natural hair, and not be afraid of breaking it all off through negligence.
How does that mirror my life? Well, at the age of 28 I have decided that I would like to return to school, but unlike when I was going to college a few years ago, I will be majoring in a trade/craft that I truly admire (Computer Graphics and Animation) rather than what I think my family would rather (Nursing…which is what I was going for before, but was just not feeling). I want to be true to myself, and make sure that 40-year-old me isn’t crying into her hands, wishing she could return and be true to herself back when she had a better chance to…
Also, my boss is trying to punish me for not wanting to go into Sales from my Administrative Assistant job title—even though this is what I interviewed for, and even though I explained to him (both at the interview and many times after) that I chose to be an Administrative Assistant as a JOB not a a CAREER, which means that I have no plans to remain one (nothing against those who choose to remain one, but I’m too young to stay in this category…it’s decent pay, but I’d rather be making computer game animations, or working for Disney and Pixar [FONT=Wingdings]J ) I told him I will soon be returning to school—even though I’m not sure if it’s going to be this year or next, and wanted to make sure I was in a job title which allowed me the flexibility to come in earlier and leave earlier if I had to, and also to leave when I had to, period (you can’t just up and leave in the middle of a sale). He doesn’t understand, however, and is attributing my non-acceptance as me either being lazy, or not believing in myself enough to do Sales. I’ve told him I’ve DONE Sales before, and that it’s not a big deal, but he hears what he wants to, so what can I do?
I will not let anyone tell me something cannot be achieved, either in my life or with my hair. Let God be the one to decide that, and let me be the one to second it.
So here I am, ready for what may come, but armed with more knowledge than I've ever had in my life before. I don't mind failing, I know I'm going to stumble and fall quite a few times before I find my footing, but as long as I'm giving my best effort, and not letting the little things sway/stop me, I'm find dusting myself off, and continuing on my journey, taking with me all the good/bad lessons learned.
And that’s my little hair epiphany of the week. :D
C