It was April 1st 2015 I decided to shave half of my hair. This wasn’t as impulsive as it sounds, I thought about it and I’d done my research about really cool hairstyle to try with my new shaven look. I had googled hair salons and read reviews on yelp. I was prepared. Right after school on that dreary Wednesday I met up with my brother in Manhattan and we reached Wellington Hair Spa. Quite frankly, I was suspicious on why he wanted to join me on this adventure because what guy would willing go with a girl to a hair salon? But later that day, as I suspected, he told me that the only reason he wanted to tag along was because he didn’t think I would do it. But I did.
Two and a half hours later I was out $200 and bald. I wasn’t bald per say but the stylist shaved both sides of my head and a few inches off the back of my hair as well. I loved it. I felt new and free; it was very liberating. I did get my brother approval of the new look but once my mother, my old school Haitian mother, got a load of my new look all hell broke loose.
I used to tell people that shaving my hair off was an April fools joke on my parents but it was far from that. I wanted to stand out and be far, so very far from what is considered to be the “norm”. How I styled my hair and the make up I wore made me feel beautiful and oddly enough I hated that. I hated that I could not wake up in the morning and look in the mirror tell my reflection that I was beautiful. I had to think about what society wanted me to look like and after I spent hours trying to achieve this norm, I finally felt good about myself.
I could find so many quotes that tells you how much beauty doesn’t define who you are, that beauty is within. Should it matter how long my hair is or if I decide to wear make up today? It shouldn’t but it did. For so long I was afraid to leave my house without any make up on or without my hair done. My previous blog post, Why I Choose To Be Makeup Free 99.999% of the Time, I wrote about how I conquered my fear of leaving the house without wearing make up just by one day not doing so. It was as easy as that.
Shaving my hair and being makeup free has to be by far the most liberating thing that I have ever done in my life. When I shaved my hair off it was as if I was raising my middle finger up to world and saying “screw you for making me believe that I was not naturally beautiful”. I didn’t need my hair because hair is just hair. It grows back. I don’t know how many time I have said those exact words to my mother. It’s just hair, it grows back. It does and it did. And now, I can say that I am a better person because of what I did.