My whole life I have been interested in hair. I’ve always had straight mousy-brown/blonde white girl hair. Curling, straightening, up-dos, nothing ever seemed to help. That was until a simple question set fate into motion.
How it Started
It all started innocent enough. I was getting off work when my replacement showed up, gorgeous fun hair, as always. I took a deep breath and dived in, “Um, is that a weave or a wig?” My question was returned with daggers shooting out of her eyes. I could’ve shut my mouth, I should have just shut my mouth, but I continued, “It, it’s just it looks really pretty. You’re hair always looks great, I just think it’s really neat today!”
“It’s the same thing you white girls get? Don’t you know anything?”
“No, I’ve never really done anything fun with my hair…I had a traumatizing perm in the fourth grade and since then it’s pretty much just been straight.”
I went home utterly defeated. I cried to my husband. I just didn’t understand why, especially if you love hair, you would deny someone a chance to learn about it. The next day I asked a different coworker the difference in the different types of hair our other coworker wears. She explained to me the types of weaves, braiding and wigs she wears, and how to tell the difference. “I’ve always wanted hair like yours” she said, “the same way you’ve always wanted hair like mine to do different things with.” My curiosity was peaked, but I put it on the backburners until a fateful day last week.
A Tragedy Occurs
I was at the mall and walked past a hair salon and decided to pop in. I told the cute little boy doing my hair that I just need a trim. I’ve been growing my hair out since 2009, it’s still nowhere near I want it, so just a trim, maybe some layers. I turned my attention to what was going on with Will and Kate in my People Magazine.
I glanced down ten minutes later. Oh no. I look up. Tears. He was proceeding to take 7 inches off my hair! I cried, I screamed! He thought it would look good this way. It turned out way too short, completely uneven, with wonky layers. After reading him the riot act I called my coworker crying. I needed help, and she knew about hair.
The next day she took me to her hair stylist, who cleaned up the cut, and then we hit up the hair store. I have never in my life walked into a place that sold hair. It’s beautiful! Hair of all colors and textures lined the walls and the racks, like Willy Wonka’s wonderland…of hair. We managed to find hair that was the length I’ve always wanted, and matched my hair and highlights perfectly. Score! I learned how to clip it in, and then I decided that I wanted it sewn in. Who has time to straighten, then clip, then curl and style every day? I work full-time!
Into the Future
I got a wonderful recommendation and made an appointment. The girl doing my hair seemed pretty optimistic. I was scared; everyone told me that it would hurt, that it would ruin my hair, that it wouldn’t look good. An hour later I was crying again. It looked so good! She was quick, efficient, friendly and amazing! My head didn’t hurt, the rows were unnoticeable! Everyone at work commented how good I looked. I’m no longer afraid to be seen in public. As you can tell from the before and after pictures, there is a drastic difference in my hair and in my demeanor!
I never in my wildest dreams imagined that I would get a weave. I never even thought that I would be someone with “cute” hair. It all started with an innocent, although somewhat ignorant, question and ended with a look into a lifetime of better hair choices for yours truly. From now on I know I have the confidence to make good decisions about my hair, that hair like mine can look good and not just be something to deal with. I have so much to learn about hair, and I hope I can help inspire others to learn more as well.