I have only cut my hair the shortest four times in my lifetime. Most of the time specially when I was younger, my mother always decide what’s best for my hair..well, what’s best for me in everything. But she has a special irritating demands for thy hair. It has been kept long and curly until the rebonding and relaxing of hair in the early 2000s came to the scene. I was 14 and was in 2nd year high school when my hair was rebonded. My classmates in school called me Sadako for my mother’s decision to keep it long. The length of my hair was down until my hips. Some of the people said that I looked like a ghost because of my pale skin and the long hair but my boyfriend at the time told me that it looked nice. Well, hello? He’s my boyfriend so he will say that. But I was 14 so I gave the decision making to my mother and we kept it long. Before my high school graduation, I had to cut all the hair that was rebonded to keep the curls visible again. I looked nice with the short wavy hair but I was tempted to do another straightening treatment when I was about to finish my first semester in college.
Here was how it looks like after graduating from high school.
Okay, I look to young here. Yes, I was 16 at the time.
It looked so natural and beautiful but I was a lazy ass teenager that hated keeping it in place. When it’s curly, it’s very difficult to comb in the morning and maintain. So I asked my mother if I can have my hair rebonded again. This time, I asked and knew that it was my decision but using my mother’s money.
I was happy at first after a few months again, I changed my mind to cut it short. I can still remember how foolish it was for me to change boyfriends every semester so I had to cut my hair every breakup too. When I think about it now, I seriously feel like I had a problem depending my decisions to men. It hurts me now but I don’t regret it. I had to go through it for me to be able to do what I just did last week.
This was the most wonderful haircut I got from the salon. I feel like they actually knew what I really wanted. This is just so me.
And the quest of keeping it long or short continued..
After a breakup, I had to cut it again.
Rebonded again in December of 2009
Turned 21 years old.
The first week when I started working for my first job too.
At 22 🙂
At 23 yo.
At 24 yo.
Then magic happened! 😀 I colored my hair for the first time. This happened the night before I went home for vacation.
It turned out too red in the sun but I like it. I wanted badly to cut it but my significant other insisted to keep it long until I go home. He suggested I cut it when I get back. Due to lack of money to get it cut, I was only able to do it last week. Well I had a cut when I was back in the Philippines but it was just a trim. I wanted all of the hair that was rebonded last year when I went home for vacation in June of 2015 to be out of my life. I wanted the natural hair to come out.
Let me show your first how it looked like a few days before I have decided to cut it.
An hour before going to the salon.
I had it colored at the roots again simply because I loved the color. I will have the treatment next week to make it healthier since my hair’s curly and it’s with dye. They said to have a treatment at least once a month to keep it shiny and healthy which my stubborn ass is not doing for the past years, a monthly hot oil.
This is how it looks like if it’s blow dried.
When they cut my hair, I felt liberated from all the pain. I felt like my hair felt it too. Gone are the days that I was forced to take a rebond or to force myself to look nice only with a rebond. I shall love my natural curls and who I am. I will not hide behind the glamour and artificial beauty that rebond gives me. I will look at myself naturally and accept this natural beauty. I am not the stubborn teenager anymore. I will live with this natural hair and blowdry it every once in a while but I love this hair right now. Some people I know at work are making a fuss for me cutting my hair. I hear here and there that I don’t look nice and beautiful and that my long straight hair looked better on me. But I don’t live for them. And what they saw was artificial. This is me now. Now, don’t get me wrong that maybe I had a breakup again. Well, I just wanted to really make a decision coming from my heart for a long time. My significant other always wanted to keep it long when I wanted to cut it so bad. So here it is, a decision made that is entirely mine.
This is me. Bare. Without straightening my hair and putting on make up.