I swear if one more person tells me to shave my head and donate my â€œlocks of loveâ€ to cancerâ€¦ Iâ€™ll rant silently in my head, better yet, Iâ€™ll rant out loud on this bloggy thing.
Itâ€™s my fault after all. I started it all, by thinking I could have a hair style. I get these big fat ideas every once in a while â€” one day I will come to accept reality. I have course, dry, fuzzy hair that is better served in an elastic band or super short. (Not shaved!)
I had more than 6 inches of hair cut off yesterday. They even did a little layering and thinning. Product was put on, fussing was made. When I left, my head just looked messy to me. I said Iâ€™d keep an open mind. I was told not to brush it, and to spin the curls between my fingers. I tried. But, it was raining.
Boom! I donâ€™t think I was home an hour when I experienced a big fuzz explosion. Iâ€™ve had them before. Humidity is not my friend. More than once, Iâ€™ve paid a lot of money to have my hair straighten. I loved it! I could swirl and toss my locks all around my head. Itâ€™s a delight. But, I live in a rain forest. Poof! Almost instantly every hair on my head doubles in size. Instead of flipping my hair hither and yon – I end up with a big fuzz ball of lint on my head, that moves as a unit.
Acceptance. Thatâ€™s the key. I am what I am and have what I have. Yet, my mothers words haunt me, and I think they are the reason I continue to try. I hear her all the time, â€œCanâ€™t you do â€¦ something?â€ she would say as she waved her hands around my hair, â€œsomething“. She had super fine and soft hair, how could she understand?
Same with beauty salon people. They have me for an hour â€” clip, clip, futz, futzâ€¦ mess, mess. Even as Iâ€™m walking out the door, they are still running their fingers through my locks, selling bags of product; trying to make me presentable.
Still, I am not going to shave my head again, no matter how many people suggest it. (I did that once and once was enough.) AndÂ if I did, cancer is not my charity of choice.
I do have plenty of elastic bands though and pretty silver barrettes. One is being used right now, holding everything but this rant back!