|morphing courtesy of www.yearbookyourself.com|
After a year, I decided to cut it all off. It was looking really bad by now with a lot of hair textures. My life was also out of order. Cutting my hair off seemed right. I went to my mom's barber (she wasn't much for salons either) and had the "big chop".
It felt good but I don't think I look that great with short hair AND I lived in an area that didn't cater to my hair texture. Maintenance was becoming a problem. It was impossible to keep my lil fro in nice neat freshly done shape.
When I washed it, I loved the little coily shapes that formed and couldn't resist the urge to constantly play and twist them so I just kept doing it.
Within a few months my hair started to loc.
I changed jobs. I had a new city life. I was newly single.
I've always felt the changes came from my decision to cut.
With my new hair, I met new interesting people and discovered new places - poets and poetry sets; reggae and reggae clubs. (good times, good times)
It was in a reggae club where I found a new love. I fell in love with his country (the country I plan to move to permanently). I fell in love with his culture. I fell in love with his friends. I married again and had a baby. I never saw any of this happening. None of this was even on my radar as a possibility. My life was fine the way it was. Leaving the place I was at before the chop was good enough for me.
I really do believe my life was transformed by simply cutting my hair.
Next Tuesday, I'm cutting my hair. Not a lot but more than I've cut it in the last 14 years.
I wonder if the magic is still there.
Last week I was all "it's just hair" and now I'm thinking of power in hair. The less I sleep the more philosophical I become. Sleep depravity comes with perks!
What do you think? Does hair have the power to transform?