Haircuts. They refresh you, give you a newfound sense of confidence, and, if radical enough, bulk insta likes. You sit in the hairdresser’s chair, convinced the chop you’re receiving is a good thing!!! Your hair has never been this healthy!!! You’ll never use the same amount of conditioner again!!!
Then you step outside. The realisation hits. You immediately miss your hair.
We’ve all been there. For me, it was a mixture of a few feelings that pushed me to make the chop: the desire to do something radical, wanting to look more mature, being sick of the split ends I was incessantly playing with any chance I could get, the amount of compliments and likes on Instagram I would inevitably receive, and largely the fact that, at the end of the day, all I was doing was cutting hair which would ultimately grow back. What’s the big deal?
I was happy with my new haircut for the first night of having it, after I received a wash of compliments from friends, family members, people on Facebook and Instagram alike. When I woke up the next morning, I hated it. I flip-flopped between loving and hating my hair for a solid two months (it’s been about 2 and a half months, I’ll just note), and then my hair was long enough to pull back into my staple low bun and I was happy again. My haircut made me extremely moody – one day I was loving my bob, others longing for the elbow-length locks I enjoyed as an eighteen-year-old.
There’s a sense of separation anxiety that overcomes you after a haircut. Especially when you’ve undergone quite a sizeable chop. At first, it’s in feeling the ends of your hair and finding little there. Then, when you’re washing it, and you realise you don’t even need to condition the ends, cause there are none. Then it comes when you wake up in the morning and look at yourself in the mirror to see your hair is a mess, but not a cute one that you can just like, whip up into a messy bun??? Because you don’t have enough hair to even make a bun??? So you either have to spend the next 20 minutes styling it or just remain the way you are, looking like a disheveled version of the little lad from the starburst ads.
The phase that follows, as you begin to accept the fact that this is your life now, is a good one. You will learn what styles suit your hair best. For me, this involved coming to terms with the fact that I could no more wear the middle part I had grown so accustomed to over the past seven years. You must grab your straightener, dry shampoo and texturising mousse and set about becoming a new woman, hair-wise. Once you can master your new length, you will gain a new-found confidence in it.
Once you notice your hair growing, you will become accustomed to your ‘do. You’ll feel more confident experimenting with different styles, leaving it natural and playing up your part. I’m in this phase now and it is exciting!!!
Soon enough, your hair will have grown into a length you’re happy with/the length you originally asked your hairdresser for but didn’t receive, and you’ll be so pleased as you’ll finally know what to do with it. How exciting!!!
I think what I’m getting at with this post is that there is always something to do with your hair. Even if you immediately regret your cut and wish for your original length back, there is always hope to be found in the knowledge that your hair will be long again, you just have to wait it out. If you’re patient, it’ll be a sinch. If you’re like me, and you have zero patience, you’ll just have to find something exciting to pass the time with while you wait. Try out different parts, waves, curls, heck even inject a bit of colour into your hair – I’ll just note I haven’t been brave enough to do that one yet.
Hair is just hair. It grows. I think that’s the one thing we can bank on happening in life. Don’t stress if you cut your hair and suddenly hate it. Throw it up in a ponytail and wait it out. Everything will be fine.