LONG HAIR SHORT HAIR, TRUTH IS IT’S YOUR HAIR!

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Ever notice how there are always a few people in your life who are ALWAYS telling you how they like your hair a different way? In my case one of those folks is my husband who has always preferred my hair short. Actually you can add my mother to that list and his mother. Why do we listen to these people and get a perm when we’d rather go straight, color instead of going natural? The list of juxtaposed possibilities is endless.

One of my readers, Becky Steele, writes–As a small child growing up my Grandma would come visit and set each of us girls on the trash can in the yard and give us all pixie hair cuts. She was a hairdresser and owned her beauty shop in Virginia for years. Once I got old enough to voice my opinion, I let it grow.

Hopefully at some point in your life you stopped listening to those folks and started listening to the voice inside you that says, “but this is MY hair.” It took me all of 53 years, but I finally did it. I grew my hair out and, much to the chagrin of those loving but highly opinionated people in my life, I’m STILL growing it. While the practical middle aged woman in me says pony tales are easy, and they are, somewhere, somehow I’ve rediscovered that tiny kernel of a rebellious teen in me that thumbs her nose at those folks. She experiments and does what she wants–only she not extremely mouthy and doesn’t roll her eyes anymore. Okay–very often.

Today, Becky Steele’s inner teen is also more tactful, cordial, but she’s alive and well and still dictating change regardless of what those well-meaning style consultants in her life say. I remember the times when my sister and I would iron our hair. Then, came the big orange juice cans..We would actually sleep with these cans in our hair at night. Over the years I let me hair get very long. As I started to age I thought I needed it to be a little shorter so I went and had little by little cut. My husband would call the girl up before I went to my appointment to tell her not to cut much off. He always loved my hair long. However, as I write I am struggling with the idea of doing something different with my hair. Maybe a little highlight is in order.

 

 

 

 

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About Kim Boykin

Kim Boykin learned about women and their hair in her mother’s beauty shop in a tiny South Carolina town. She loves to write stories about strong Southern women, because that’s what she knows. Kim is an accomplished public speaker and serves on the board of the South Carolina Writer’s Workshop. She lives in Charlotte, North Carolina, with her husband, three dogs, and 126 rose bushes.
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  1. I remember my sister sleeping with the orange juice cans! I always wondered how she got any sleep with those big cans. lol

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