I am a huge idiot.
For the past few years I have hated my hair, I’ve had to fight with it constantly to get it to look anything close to presentable, and I’ve never been happy with it.
Then, back in June I had my hair cut and my girl realized that my hair wasn’t just damaged (as we’d always presumed). She told me that my hair had suddenly gone curly and she cut my hair so that my curls sprung out, she showed me how to style curly hair and she gave me lovely bangs, the bane of my existence normally because they never hung right. My bangs are crooked because of cowlicks, and I’ve fought against that my entire life.
But my girl cut my bangs so that they were light and not very thick and they hung in a way so that I never had to really fight with those cowlicks.
For the first time since I could remember I loved my hair, truly loved my hair.
So why then, for the love of all things holy would I even think of going some place else?
Because I’m lazy and my old place is blocks away and the new place is just at the bottom of my street and I’ve taken Ceilidh there before and they did a nice job.
But now I’m regretting that in a very serious, Sinead O’Connor frame of mine. Yup, I hate my hair so much that I’m thinking I’d look better bald than walk around with this horrendous mop on the top of my head that I’m going to have to battle constantly again.
This new girl gave me bangs, horrendous, too short, way to heavy and thick bangs. There is no way I can ever make them look good. She razor cut my hair so now my curls, well there just aren’t any there to hang nicely so now it just looks messy, not pretty.
She also insulted me and said that she gave me heavy bangs ‘to cover my baldness’ which is her referring to my cowlicks. Bitch! I’m not bald! I’ve got nice thick hair, that is until you thinned it out and made it so there’s nothing there.
She straightened the shit out of my hair and when I said stop she said ‘straight hair is better than curly’.
Um, if I love my curly than don’t I have the right to have it. She cut it so that curls can’t happen and I don’t have the time to sit around and fight with my hair to get it to look anywhere close to not disgusting.
I got up this morning and one side of my bangs are standing straight up. Damn Cowlicks!
Now I have to dig out my straightening iron, something I haven’t had to touch since July, and figure out how to battle this hateful thing on the top of my head.
Seriously, when I think about my hair and how long it’s going to take before I can even go back to my girl and get her to fix it, well I really do start to cry.