I came to Canada with lovely strong hair that
could withstand the trauma of a curling iron, the grandeur of a weave, and the
lack of care I often gave. I was about to find out that it is an entirely
different ball game when I got here.
I always heard that I can’t use too much of
this, or too much of that in my hair, or else my hair would “freeze” and break…
PFFFT!! Poppycock!! Hogwash!! Nonsense!! I just can’t believe such malarkey!!
So, like the experimental genius I am, I went and “moisturized” my thirsty
strands and went out into the -21 degree wind chill! Nothing! My hair was
legit, and it withstood, like I expected it to! Then it happened… I washed my
hair and was called to attend an event before it was dry. So I cropped it
quickly and headed out the door…
I had to choose between facing my friends and
skipping a semester of school for the sake of vanity. So, while I’m being
laughed at, ridiculed, or asked “OMG, WHY DID YOU CUT YOUR LONG HAIR?” I am
sucking it up, and completing the semester. In the words of Judge Judy
Sheindlin: “Beauty fades; Dumb is forever.” I’d rather be bald and brilliant,
than be a beautiful airhead! I'm wearing bald this year, and I wear it with pride!
Jodi-Ann is an Environmental Studies Major in Nova Scotia, Canada.