Bangs, fringe, breakage — whatever you call it, it'll fit in some butterfly clips.
When it comes to my hair, I change it like I change my clothes. Okay, that’s a bit dramatic, but at least every two to three months. I’m not sure what it is, but looking a certain way for too long gives me anxiety. It’s an obsession I’ve been fighting for years. Maybe, that psychologist was right when I was in high school and she tried to diagnose me with OCD. (I denied it and said I would never see her again! Until, of course, my mother made me.)
All I know is if Rihanna and I were to go head-to-head on who changes her hair the most, it would be a showdown.
My relationship with my hair has come a long way. I went from not letting anyone touch my hair (not even momma) to only letting three people touch it (I know, so specific), to letting strangers give me blow outs at beauty events. Who am I?
My hair moods (let’s just call these changes "moods," for now) started my freshman year of high school when I had long, dark hair that stayed in a bun the majority of the time. I would show y’all my freshman yearbook picture, but I’m afraid to go back and see what it looks like. I just remember stick-straight hair and a Rocawear T-shirt. Yes, THAT Rocawear.
After a few months in school, and under the influence of my new high school friends, I ran to my hairdresser and begged for layers since that’s what all the other girls at school had. That was just the beginning, the gateway hair, so to speak.
Since then, I've dabbled in blonde highlights, blunt bangs, weaves, red hair, black hair, brown hair, box braids, and ombré, just for starters.
Now that I think about it, I think I changed my hair so much because there was always something wrong with the style at the time. My box braids were tearing apart my edges, and Lord knows I need those; my weaves were too itchy, and I was too lazy to properly take care of them; and my red hair just wouldn’t go away, no matter how many browns and blacks I put on top of it. (There’s still a bit clinging on to my ends to this day.)
In 2012, shortly after I moved to New York, I returned home for Labor Day weekend to get my hair done. While on the plane, I was thinking about my next move. At the time, it was dyed dark brown and had survived a summer of humidity and poofiness.
I had the idea to either shave the back of my head, dye it blonde, or both. There was something about the undercut that intrigued me far more than just shaving the sides and corners, but thinking about the growing-back-in stage made me decide to not cut it. So, I bleached it like crazy.
That didn't last. I’ve had a weave, Senegalese twists, a bob, and a semi-permanent black dye job in the two years since.
When this new year started, I made the commitment to wear it curly for six months, but it didn’t take long before I got the itch to try something new.
I was a lover of the blonde bob way before everybody and they momma decided to try the style at the exact same time, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say Ciara and Beyoncé increased my desire to drop everything and go crazy.
I know my hair and I’ve heard every horror story there is about the dangers of bleach, and I wasn’t fixing to have that. Who has time to go bald just because they’re trying to be cute? Not I, said the cat (in this instance, I am the cat).
But... if hair loss was going to be the result, I decided, what the hell, I could always shave my head. That way I wouldn’t have to worry about it at all. Sounds reasonable, right?
Yeah well, that was before I realized my light bulb-shaped dome wasn't going to be an asset. Shaving my head would only make me look more like the alien I secretly am, and I do not need more stares on the train.
Finally, after long thought and consideration, I decided to re-bleach just the back of my hair, and cut the whole thing into a bob.
I’m not sure how long I’ll keep my hair blonde and short, but I have plans to keep it until the end of the summer. Maybe afterward I’ll muster up the courage to get that Amber Rose buzz cut. If it makes me look too extraterrestrial, I’ll wear a wig until it grows back.
Just know this will not be the last hair-changing story you’ll hear from me.
How often do you change your hair? What style do you think I should try next? What are my blondies using on their hair to keep it healthy? Sable, help me!!!