LOOKING LIKE ME
Having worn the Pixie for years, I’m currently set on getting back to La Doña—a natural version that I can wear up and pulled back, or down and curly. It’s a long process, and I’ve dragged out my old headbands and hair-clips in anticipation of a very drawn-out awkward phase. Looking back on my hair-history is amusing—how much trouble I went to, how much time I had on my hands, how much money I spent, and how much I felt my identity was tied up in my hair. I believed my hair told the world who I was, instead of my personality, my actions, or my values. Of course, it’s fun to play with new looks, and to accentuate your personality. If a Pixie makes you feel even more adorable, why not do it? If straight hair instead of curly is what puts a spring in your step, why not spring for that relaxer? (Just make sure it’s safe, used by an experienced stylist, and guaranteed not to sprout you a third eye.) But as much as I enjoy a new look, now I feel comfortable about who I am, and know that the whole of me is not equal to my hair.
And thank goodness for that, because it’s looking very awkward right about now.
