I’m getting my hair cut tomorrow. Just my bangs! No, I’m not going back to the pixie. Admittedly, I have been tempted many times over the past year. Particularly when I was at the NARTS conference this summer and there was a girl there, approximately the same size as me, same hair color, similar face shape, same name even…with an adorable pixie cut. But no, I’m ready for long locks again.
Anyway, since I’m thinking about hair (Well, I’m not really thinking about hair. Or I wasn’t. But now I am. Beside the point…) I thought I’d share my hair journey. The word journey makes it sound like such a dramatic ordeal, but if you’ve ever attempted to grow out a super short pixie cut, I’m sure you understand it’s tough to make it through. I had more than my fair share of awkward or simply terrible hair days. I’ve made it, though! My hair is nowhere near the length I want it to be yet, but it’s no longer what I consider ‘short.’ Hooray!
Here is a timeline of the many stages of my hair growing out. The first picture is about a year and nine months ago. The next one (pictures go left to right, top to bottom) is from July 2012. So from there, this shows my hair over the past year. The last picture (in color) was just a few weeks ago.
I’ve learned so much about my hair through this process. That sounds kind of odd, but it’s true. I’m more familiar with my hair’s natural texture and how to work with it. I’m more aware of what cuts and styles work well on me, without having to use blow dryers, hair straighteners, curling irons, and/or styling products.
I think having gone through this, I’m a little more fearless when it comes to what I’m willing to do with my hair. Hair grows, and nothing I do is necessarily permanent. I’ll likely never dye it purple, but I’ll probably go short again one day.