Picture the wind blowing through your hair…
lifting your strands to the heights of greatness! Picture running your fingers
through the curls, tresses, and strands of your lovely shimmering hair… Sadly,
I am unable to this.
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…
Friends, I returned home and attempted to
right the wrong I did when I “cropped” my hair, and for every stroke the comb
made through my hair, my hair fell out in clumps. So much so that I had to literally
shave my head! Well, lesson learned!
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.