The moment the hair clipper started vibrating through my scalp it excited a nerve ending that sent an impulse across my skull right through my brain and into my bloodstream and my heart started beating like a moth fluttering wildly against a hot light .I just felt so liberated. It was like the feeling you get at takeoff , I was departing the land of the hair freak and joining my fellow bald girls on this mind blowing adventure.My stomach started doing the thing, churning and churning like lava threatening to erupt . It was like the carte-pillar had reached its end game , morphing slowly into butterflies, flying away and liberating themselves . I wanted to burst into laughter and tears at the same time . My spirit animal was awakened .
I didn’t always support the idea of the BIG CHOP. I watched my friends and acquaintances do it for a year before I decided to try it out. It was beautiful , I enjoyed seeing beautiful girls embrace themselves. Short hair and makeup remains undefeated. For me it all started when I was going through a midlife teenage crisis where I wanted to make a change , molt somehow and shed of some skin. I considered getting tattoos and piercings in the most obscure of places if that would give me the desired feeling I wanted . The big chop goddess visited me one day and I thought it was a joke. Me? Chop of my beautiful hair , I’m not crazy. I talked about it with friends and family and so many people were against it particularly since no one knew how my forehead would cooperate. I kept resisting the urge till one day I just walked into a barber and did it. I didn’t tell anyone , I didn’t ask for their permission, I just did it. And I would do it all over again.
I felt good about it , but I felt mad ugly too ! You know , like okay sis . You’ve done this . Phew . Breathe. No one else knows , you can just jump off a cliff no need for the unnecessary embarrassment. I still walked out of that salon like I knew what I was doing and had a hell lot of confidence cause you know “cover girls don’t cry after their face is made “ . The first response I got was from my sister asking me not to post a caption written “new hair new me “ else She’d disown me, and honestly , I’ve been trying so hard not to write that statement since I started this post .
Ofcourse there can’t be a new me , my hair can’t make me new . However I’m not the same me either , the #baldgirlrevolution has a significance . Call it corny or whatever but this is us breaking the shackles and liberating ourselves from whatever the world has been overdosing us with . Cutting your hair relieves tension, releases endorphins and serotonin, increases circulation and makes you feel FREE.
CONTEMPORARY FEMME FATALE 