My high school picture is a disaster. It was taken during a grow-out phase. I was trying to grow it out for a while in my junior year. My sister tried to give it a trim once, and I ended up with this scary geometric afro. Kinda like Grace, from Will and Grace, when they would do flashbacks of Grace in High School. When the proofs came in, I scheduled a re-shoot of the picture after having my hair cut short. But it was too late. The short pix came out great, but not in time for the year book. So, til this day, I look like a scarecrow in my yearbook picture. I hoped to never become famous so the whole world wouldn’t have to see it.
Now, there are better hair products out there for curly hair. There are even hair salons the specialized in curly hair. One of which is named Ouidad. They only take curly-haired people. They don’t straighten your hair, they teach you how to work your curls. It’s fantastic! The first time I heard of such a placed I was intrigued. You go and you look to the right and to the left, in front of you or behind, and everyone is curly haired and has someone working their beautiful curls.
So my question today is NOT, 'to be curly or not to be curly?' That’s easy. My question is, 'to be short or long?' I enjoy a Halle Berry look. But people tend to get offended by it. Also, if it’s real short, I lose the curl. And if I decided to grow it out from there, I’m gonna look goofy for months and months to come.
So, since I can never decide on the length, I always have it at this in-between length, right around my neck, which I kind of hate. But I’m afraid to cut it shorter, and I also hate it longer. So, I’m stuck with this stupid haircut. Paralyzed. I don’t know what to do.
I’m due for a trim as we speak. I’m gonna have to go. But when I go, what do I ask for? A short cut? Or a trim?
I really like the idea of the curly hair salon, Ouidad. But no matter how much I spend on a haircut or where I go, Fekkai, Bumble & Bumble, Jean Louis David, Bergdorf’s Salon it doesn’t matter. It could be a $50, $150, $250 haircut. It doesn’t matter. I never like it and always end up going back to my haircutter, Tommy, at Maximus Hair Salon, in Merrick, Long Island. No one’s better. People stop me on the street to ask me where I get my hair done all the time. Tommy’s a short hair specialist. Only thing with him is, you could walk in with long hair down to your knees, and leave with a crew cut, and you didn’t ask for it! You can ask for bangs, and he will say, “No! Bangs will not look good on you.”
People kinda don’t like that.
So, it is a little scary going to him, especially with my built in fear of haircuts. I never know what I’m gonna walk out with, no matter what I walked in with. But that’s kind of the beauty and excitement of it all.
Last time I saw Tommy, I told him I was going to go for a faux hawk next time I came in. Now it’s time, and I think I’m chickening out on it. Or am I? I may go for it. New job. New life. New beginnings. New hair.
What do you think?
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