Haircuts seem like quite a silly thing to fear, yet at almost 20 years old, I find that my blood pressure rises significantly when scissors come in contact with my hair. Today, I went into a hair salon for the first time in seven months to change my hairstyle. I’m the sort of person that has a love hate relationship with change. I’ve had the same hair style for about six years now, but I’ve been wanting bangs. Every time I walk in to get a haircut, I chicken out and go back to the same style year after year. However, this is the year for some risk, some chances, and some bravery.
So, following the saying that’s tattooed into my right thigh (just a quick reminder it’s “All adventurous women do.”), I decided it was time to call upon the Gryffindor in me. I made the appointment last night and began Googling things like “side swept bangs” and “Asian girls with side bangs”. To be honest, I was going to back out at the last minute but alas I mustered up some courage and marched in (also I think there was a cancellation fee).
The entire time I was sitting in the chair, making small talk with the young well dressed stylist, I was paralyzed by fear. Even the hip Korean songs couldn’t get my mind off pieces of my DNA being chopped off. My heart was racing, I felt queasy and it didn’t help that I’m pretty much blind without my glasses, so my hair just looked like a large black bump.
I watched as chunks of hair fell past me and my mind was consumed by the nightmarish flashbacks to my bowl cut bangs (literally, a bowl was put on my head by my loving mother and hair was trimmed). I felt like I was going into a battlefield, when really it was just hair. It was just hair.
That’s when I realized, that as bad as it could turn out, hair will grow back. It will grow back and everything will be fine. I think that’s what scares people so much about change (myself included). We get comfortable at where we’re at in life, and change is this horrible thing that wrecks our safety net. It’s like having scissors come at your hair when you aren’t ready for it, but then again when will you ever be? What we don’t see is that sometimes it’s not so bad, and maybe we really needed it.
It’s safe to say that my haircut actually turned out pretty well. I’m still trying to get used to stray pieces poking into my eyes and the need to keep bobby pins in a reachable distance. In the end, I learned an important lesson. As scary as change may be, sometimes you’ve just got to take a leap of faith. Everything will turn out fine, and I mean, hair will grow back.
Bloody hell and best wishes,