As you may or may not know, some time ago I decided to go for broke and chop off my hair. Yah… I’m not sure what goes on in my brain sometimes, BUT it was a bucket list thing and I just needed to do it. You can read all about my initial hair drama HERE. It’s been a journey, to say the least. And it’s nowhere near complete.
Brace yourself, you’re about to see a lot of photos of my head. Sorry.
So basically I went from this:
I’ve always been a bit of a hair chameleon… I’ve been black, blond, straight, curly, long, short… I change the colour like I change my socks, but I’ve never done something as dramatic as this before. It’s just something that I wanted to try, and I figured with three young kids at home and zero time to take care of myself, the timing was right.
First of all, I have VERY VERY thick hair. Like, ridiculously thick. Actually, once time a hair stylist told me that my hair wasn’t that thick, that I just had SO MUCH of it. But regardless, it’s insane. You know how when you’re blow drying your hair you pin it up in sections and let them down one at a time to dry? Well when the lower half of my hair is down, I look like a normal person. I often sit and just stare at it, wishing I could have just THAT much hair.
Then I take the rest down and look like some kind of wild animal. Rarrrr.
So I wasn’t sure if the pixie thing was going to work for me. My hair has always been such that if I leave it to dry on its own, it’s a total frizzy, awful nightmare… BUT, if I dry it and use serum and then flat iron or curl it? Well, when I put in the effort, I have awesome hair.
The long hair in the first photo is the result of braiding it when wet and putting nothing in it. This is what it looks like when I take an hour to do it…
I admit that I wasn’t brave enough to cut it all in one fell swoop. It went in stages. I started with a bob…
Admittedly, I likely should have stayed there. I did love it, and the hubby did too. I LOVE being blond and it was a nice, easy style. But after a year or so I guess I got bored, so I went dark and started going shorter…
I lived with the cut for quite a while… it’s been well over a year now and I DID enjoy the convenience of it… especially in the summer when it’s like a million degrees out and I didn’t get those nasty pony tail headaches from having 14 pounds of hair pulled up on my head. But I know my husband wasn’t in love with it and I decided to start growing it out again.
The problem with growing out a short cut is that you inevitably go through these awful “Bieber” periods where you look like a boy, a squirrel, a homeless person and many other unattractive phases. What happens then is that you come so far, and then panic and cut it again… unable to withstand the shame of walking around with the “in between” length. So that’s what happened to me. I’d get so far, and then freak out and start all over.
This was last summer…
And then I freaked out:
This process has happened three or four times over the last year, until I finally came to terms with what I had to go through to get my nice long hair back. It’s going to take YEARS, but I’m committed, and it’s starting to grow. I’ve been growing it now for months, just trimming the very bottom as the top grows out. During this
horrible awkward time, I find that all I can really do is pin the front back or do a little mini french braid with the bangs…
So I’m GETTING there… slowly but surely I am working my way back to a nice little bob. After months of just clipping it back, I finally took the plunge a few nights ago and actually tried to properly style it…
My GOD I hate selfies… and please excuse the zero makeup situation, but it was like 9:30pm and ain’t nobody got time fo’ dat.
So there you have it… the evolution of my pixie cut – part two. I figure in a few more months I will have the length mostly down to my chin and it will start to look more normal. I hope. For now it seems that if I dry it and add a bit of messy curl it looks okay.
In summation, there’s a lot of “plus” to having a pixie… it makes for super quick showers and much more comfortable summers… but it also really made me feel less feminine. Now that’s just me, I’m sure many other women feel crazy sexy rocking their short hair and that’s awesome! But for me? I felt like after having three kids and gaining some weight all I had left was my nice hair, and then I went and chopped it off. I still had (have?) days where I feel pretty, but not many. Aside from that, the growing out phase is TOUGH. Do not kid yourself. It’s endless and excruciating and you WILL have days where you look like Justin Bieber – and maybe that’s your thing, but it’s not mine.
But hey, life is about trying new things and taking some risks, right? I say if it’s on your bucket list, (here’s mine) go grab some scissors! It’s hair, afterall… it grows back!