Hello, readers!
It has been far too long since my last guest post. Time flies these days...
I want to share something non-Paleo related. It has to do with wanting something for a very long time, and finally going for it. This isn't a huge, life changing thing, but it is something that has proven very liberating, and I am beyond happy having done it. I want to note that the author of this blog, Mary, has been one of my biggest supporters. Thank you, lady!
This has to do with hair. I have known so many women who would like to cut their hair short, possibly short AND funky, but are worried their partners won't find them attractive if they do, or it will make them look chubby because of their face shapes, or it's too youthful, or the often lamented "I would never have the guts, but always wished I did!" For some reason, our hair, (particularly its length), seems to be very defining for many women. I remember my mother telling me "short hair doesn't look good on heavy girls"; that really stuck with me, and encouraged me to shy away in my heavier days for quite awhile. Fortunately, that statement isn't true. I know plenty of women of all sizes who look great with short hair. Hair is just that: simply hair. It will generally grow back if you chop it off, and can be sexy at any length IF you have a good cut for your face shape. That doesn't mean no pixie cut for you because yours is more of a round shape. It means you need a certain TYPE of pixie cut. And if you talk to a stylist who tells you that you won't be able to pull off the style you want, I highly recommend getting another opinion (or several) before ditching the idea altogether. I say this because many of the hairstylists that my friends and I have encountered have insisted we would either not like the cut we want and therefore won't cut it that way, or cut way more off than we very specifically asked them not to.
Therefore, I (carefully) took matters into my own hands this week.
Honestly, I don't usually suggest doing this. I've been trimming and cutting my own hair for years with zero professional training, and half of the time I regret it immediately. This time I researched, studied photos, watched videos, and was very certain I wanted to do it myself before I did it. All with a knowledge that I could in fact end up looking like a four year old took her training scissors to my hair after sticking a wad of gum in it. This would have sucked, but not as much as it has in the past. And from professional hands at that.
I have been struggling with my hair since I ended up with a HIDEOUS cut back in 2010. (We will re-visit this shortly). Background: I haven't had short hair since the fourth grade. That...was a royal disaster.

When I was little, it was adorable; I had beautiful curls which straightened when we moved to a drier climate. Which wouldn't have been a problem, except I hit puberty and my mixed roots literally began to show...in the form of a mini-afro in the back. Which tangled...and tangled...and tangled. My hair is this ridiculous mix of super tight curls in the back, long spiral curls on the bottom, frizz on the top, and nearly straight bangs. So is the plight of many a mixed chick (I am Irish, Cherokee Indian and African American).
A tom-boy at heart, I HATED combing (or let's face it, washing) my hair. I would brush the top layer down over my rat's nest and put it in a messy ponytail. One day I got fed up, took my mother's kitchen shears, and cut out a huge snarl from the back. Stared at myself for a minute...then ran to my mother to ask for help. And ended up looking like THIS for the next three years.
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The bangs...
WHO LET ME NEAR A CURLING IRON?! |
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As if the glasses and hair weren't enough.
Holy eyebrows! |
I had a mullet. A legit mullet. Thanks, Mom. I refused to let a professional cut my hair after that until I turned 19 or 20. I was mortified and terrified to say the least... To think a professional did that to my hair.
Anyway, from that point on I saw short hair as terrifying and not something I thought I would ever want, and adopted the opinion that long hair was CLEARLY much more feminine. I carried this with me for years, and it wasn't until late 2009 that I even considered going short again. By then I had been stuck with the same hair for years (the hair in my "profile picture" at the beginning of each blog post). A change was needed desperately, and the day I did it I was elated. I loved it at that length, to my surprise.
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This is the photo I took in with me when I cut it short, and she actually did a great job. I have no idea where all the photos of my actual hair are. I was with my ex at the time, so they are probably still smoldering in a trash can somewhere.
(Maggie Gyllenhaal, Stranger Than Fiction) |
A few months later, I was pregnant with my son in hot, sweat-inducing North Carolina, and couldn't stand it for one more second. I wanted to go for a cute, Pink-ish pixie cut, but settled for something longer. A few months later, I went in for a "trim"... (A TRIM!). My usual girl wasn't there, so I ended up with someone I didn't know. I was very specific about how I was trying to grow my hair out into a "long A-Line Bob", and didn't want her to take much length off. When we started, it was a little shorter than her hair in the photo above, but I still had a decent amount of length to work with. So the stylist turns me away from the mirror, and says she's going to give me something I will love...
Wait, what?
Um... No please...? I just wanted a trim? Hello?
Ahhh....Help?
And I ended up with this mess:
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| No really. This is what I ended up with. SHE EVEN CUT MY SIDE-BURNS OFF! I was LIVID. |
To say I cried myself to sleep that night would be an understatement. Wait for it....
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Maybe that's because she no kidding gave me a jheri-curl. She scrunched it and then got really excited and said, "Don't you DARE straighten this! You look so fine! Make sure you scrunch those curls... work it!"
What? What is so fine? What are you looking at?
WHOSE HEAD IS THAT??! |
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| Oh Missy Elliot... |
I literally didn't recognize myself. I was four months pregnant, overweight, exhausted, nauseated, sweating my butt off, and now fit perfectly into my mother's assessment of how terrible short hair looked on chubby girls. I barely went out in public for months afterward, and couldn't believe I had ever, EVER wanted to cut my hair short.
When I emailed a friend with photos of the botched job, she sent the gem on the right back to me. Haha Jerk...
My friend at that salon (who usually cut my hair) corrected it for free, but it was hard to work with for a long time after that.
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| May 2010 |
And from then on, no one really seemed to know what to do with it. They would just frown and say "you'll have to wait until it grows out." So I was stuck with this weird cut for what seemed like forever... Had I been given creative control over the cut, it could have turned out rad. But I hated this. I hated every minute of every day that passed as I tried to grow it out. Misery pretty much sums it up. When women try to tell me sob stories about their "messed up haircut", and I see their hair is still somewhere past their collarbones, I have to suppress a snicker. Girl, you have no idea. Be glad she only cut an extra inch off.
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| This is what it looked like over this past summer... |
A couple years have passed, and by this past summer it had finally grown back to the top of my shoulders. The trauma of that experience has since subsided, and I can look back with amusement and provide a cautionary tale. I have patiently waited to cut it, sticking with trims this entire time. This past fall I began going back and forth between whether I should continue to let it grow out or take advantage of its relatively short length. I finally decided over the winter that I want do something funky with it before I commit to a longer length.
This haircut which I have envied for years is a long kind of faux-hawk (ish). My last reservation over doing it was that I know the one-side-shaved thing is very in right now. With it being so long, that's kind of what it will look like if I style it so it is lying down on one side. Personally, I hate going with trends. I really do. But the fact is I have been looking at photos of faux hawks for years; in fact, my mother was my original inspiration.
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| My mom, circa 1982 |
She rocked an actual mohawk in the 80s during her punk rock years, and while I don't want to go that far, I think she pulled it off like no one's business.
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o, I have wanted some combination of the following cuts:
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| The gorgeous Miss Ruby Rose... Her hair is always awesome! I think hers was one of the first cuts I saw that really made me wonder if I could pull it off. I loved the concept of it being so short AND "long". |

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This one sold me, although I don't think it's short on both sides...
For the record, her hair is what sold me. Not her heinous makeup. *shudder* |
And this one. This photo...
I couldn't stop looking at it. Every day I have been looking at this photo longingly. I am truly jealous of this girl! After obsessing for a long time, I finally went for it. Almost..
I decided to keep my length, and not to shave it close to my head yet. I literally just grabbed my trimming shears, and carefully went to town on both sides with Mary's observation and input. We Skyped the event, and she snickered away as I began what could either ruin my hair or make it everything I wanted...
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How I wish for all our sakes that I looked half as glamorous as the chick in the photo above. But it was 2am... So this is what you get.
Also... wrinkles much?! Remind me not to make this awful face! |
About fifteen minutes later, this is what I ended up with:
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| I was STOKED once it was finished! This is what it looks like on both sides, depending on how it's styled. |
The next morning, the first thing I thought of was my hair. My eyes popped open, I leapt out of bed like it was 12-year old Siobhan's birthday, and raced to the mirror to see if I still liked it. It needs some tweaking, but I didn't just like it, I adored it. This is what it looked like with pretty much no effort on my part whatsoever:
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On the way out the door the following morning... (Don't be jealous of my iPhone quality photo... ha) |
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I love it. I love it I love it I love it.
(Can you tell I'm trying not to grin from ear to ear?) |
I could honestly not be happier with it. It was about time that I took a chance on something I have wanted for years, and it's kind of a huge relief. I feel...liberated. Thankfully, I have an amazing partner who genuinely supported this kind of risky (or foolish, depending on how you want to look at it) endeavor. But I didn't do it for anyone besides myself. And I feel oddly sexy for the first time in years; in fact I mentioned this morning to someone that it's almost more girly than what I am used to. It matches my personality perfectly! (And if I want to visit my Great Grandmother without giving her a heart attack, I can just part it less deeply on one side, and it looks like a short bob. Then you can't even tell either side is "weird".)
So if there was a style you really wanted to go for, we say knock yourself out. Just make sure you are prepared to possibly hate it! Try to modify it enough so you can look professional when you need to (i.e. the aforementioned "bob"), but still rock it out when you're on your own time, and overall, have fun with it! It is, after all, YOUR hair.
Next post: Paleo updates!
Until then....