Think of the most tabooed things you can do. Keep thinking until you come up with an answer…Yes, that’s right, I cut my own hair! I did something we’ve been told since birth not to do (never mind the other no-no of playing with scissors!). I cut my own hair, and I am alive and relatively level-headed to tell the tale.
I’ve been wavering on my decision for a week. I hadn’t had my hair cut since August, which of course, is horrible. How hard can it be, I thought. And regardless, I wear my hair up the majority of time in public, so really what’s the point of going to a hair salon?
I first told my mother of the plan. “Don’t!!!!” she gasped, “You’ll ruin your hair!!!”
“But Mom, I have a lot of hair. I’m only gonna cut off the split ends and hey, I wear it up most of the time anyway, how bad can I make it?”
“My advice for you is: JUST DON’T DO IT!”
Obviously, that conversation made me think twice–about cutting my hair and about telling my mother anything.
I decided to do it. I talked to my friend, Heather, who had a much better plan of attack for me.
“I’ve cut my hair before. It’s not too hard–all you need is a sharp pair of scissors.”
“Oh, I have those!”
“Yeah, and Youtube or Google ‘How to cut your own hair.’ They have a lot of different resources”
Youtube was semi-helpful. I used a technique by this girl.
I got out of the shower and cut my hair while it was still relatively manageable. That’s the type of thing you have to do when your hair is thick, wavy-curly and frizzy. I didn’t have a hair clip, so I used hair bands to section off hair. 20 minutes later, I was done.
I cut my bangs a little too short but in a week, they’ll be long enough to tuck behind my ear. Everything else looks good, and I’m thrilled to have accomplished something not many people have done before!
