Warning: Photo-heavy post *derp face*
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| That was me a few hours ago, posing for my laptop's camera with my cat, Maki. |
For most of my life, I’ve had long hair. The words “cut” and
“trim” were non-existent in my hairstyle dictionary back then. I used to sport
braids in a multitude of variations. It was a lot of fun having a head full of
hair. I was never really adventurous with hairstyle options when I was younger.
During my grade school years, I just let my mother braid it however she wishes
and I would always be happy with the end result.
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| I rocked those pigtail-braids :P Hahaha |
In high school, however, I started to change. From having
hair that was never actually cut, I suddenly found myself getting my hair
styled at a salon. That was my first official haircut. From having hair that
reached my hips, I settled for a bust-length cut with side bangs to the right
and layers. At that time, I started wearing curlers to sleep so that I would
wake up with curly hair which I’d either let loose or tie into a ponytail.
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"I settled for a bust-length cut with side bangs to the right and layers."
Left: Newly cut hair || Right: Curled hair |
After a few months, I got sick of the curlers and I just settled for nothing
but plain lugay (let down/let loose) style. On rare occasions,
I would have my hair in a braid [which I only wore after I read the Hunger
Games because I was inspired by Katniss Everdeen]. I was pretty much doing
nothing with my hair again during my Freshman year. That changed again when
March came along. I have no idea what compelled me to do it, but I had my hair
cut to a simple, single-length bob. How did it feel? Well, at first I was
nervous. I mean, I had long hair for most of my life. After the cut itself, I
felt incredibly happy. Finally, I tried out something different, something new.
During that time, that was the best decision I’ve ever made.
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| Newly cut hair (Bob) [I was wearing the same shirt :P) |
I kept that cut and let it be for another year. By the end
of my Sophomore year, I had my hair back to bust-length, so I had it restored
to a bob, which I once again had for a long time. Summer vacation on that same
year, I found my hairstyle to be rather boring. So, without thinking much about
it, I had my hair dyed red [Probably because of my obsession for Gerard Way’s
red hair phase]. I had that hair colour for about six months before I had it
restored to its original brunette state.
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My red hair phase :)
Left: Newly dyed hair || Right: My hair colour in natural light |
By the time I was in my Junior year of high school, I had my
hair up to past my shoulders [My hair grows fast]. For a few months, I had my
hair tied up in an extremely tight, slicked back bun. Reason? I joined the
C.O.C.C./C.A.T. organization and it was a requirement for the cadettes to have
their hair fixed in that manner. This, however, took its toll on the condition
of my hair. The pressure from the tight ‘do, plus the added sun exposure during
trainings caused major hair fall. I was left with pretty much 1/3 of the amount
of hair I used to have. It wasn’t very pretty. I lived with that problem for a
long time, even long after I got removed from the organization [for health
reasons]. The state of my hair was utterly depressing. So, I sought out ways to
solve the problem.
The damage with my hair was really bad, so, even though my
hair grows fast, the amount of lost hair was still not replaced. By November, I
decided to have my hair cut again. This time, it was a boy’s cut. Yes, after
living with long – medium length hair for most of my life, I finally decided to
have it cut short short. It was
officially short. And guess what? I was happy! Happier that I have ever been
for getting a haircut. It was out of my comfort zone, and yet, it was really
enjoyable. I couldn’t stop messing with my hair for at least 2 weeks post-cut.
My favourite part was the fact that my bald areas (panot) were no longer visible. I thoroughly enjoyed the style. It
did get me into a sticky situation wherein people teased me a lot, called me
names like “tomboy”, “lesbian”, and “Miley Cyrus” [Haha]. I didn’t mind. I was
happy AND comfortable! I had no problems with it except for the fact that when you
have short hair, it is easier to notice hair growth. Within two months, I was
already yearning for another cut, but I held back because we still had our
prom. Speaking of prom, I was honestly a little worried at first because I
didn’t want to look plain during prom. However, my stylist/makeup artist was a
genius! [She’s the only one who touches my hair after the first cut. She really
knows what’s best for your hair. *Double thumbs up*]
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| Left: Newly cut hair (boy cut) || My hair 'do during prom |
Fast forward to this morning, I went to my usual stylist
because I already found the length of my hair bothersome. My scalp was being
exposed again because of the length weighing my hair down and I was already
able to tie it into a baby ponytail (which I do not like}. So, wearing a
beanie, I payed her another visit and told her that I wanted a trim. At first,
she was just trimming it. Then, I brought up the idea of having a minor side
shave. She said it wasn’t going to work for my hair since the texture is way
too fine. I felt saddened, but accepted the fact I couldn’t get a side shave.
She then inquired as to why I wanted one. I explained that I wanted to try
something else just so that I could have something new again. Upon hearing
that, she asked my permission to cut my hair shorter into a pixie cut much like
the one Emma Watson had. I hesitated, but agreed. So, there I was, watching
hair fall to the floor and onto my lap. Minutes later, I looked into the mirror
and mentally said, “Whoa!” It was better than my last cut, in my opinion. I was
definitely a lot happier with my current cut. My stylist and mother agreed that
it was better than the previous one because this cut doesn’t cover my ear like
the other one used to.
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| I wanted something different, so my stylist took inspiration from the beautiful Emma Watson. |
Basically, I love changes. The more spontaneous and drastic,
the better. My purpose for sharing my hair story is because I want to let
people know that changes can either make or break your look, but they should
not be perceived as scary. Just a fun fact, before I had my boy cut, I
photoshopped my face onto a girl with that hairstyle just so I could have an
idea of how it would look on me. I also photoshopped my hair red before I dyed
it in real life. See? Strategy. [Teehee!] It’s all about confidence. You should
make changes not to impress other people, rather, to make you feel better about
yourself. Happiness is the key to confidence. Even the slightest changes could
make the biggest difference to the aura of your personality.
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| Top: Freshman year class photo || Middle: Sophomore year class photo || Bottom: Junior year class photo |
So, there it is. That’s the end of my hair story. For now
[lol]. How about you? What changes have you made for yourself?
