“hair brings one’s self-image into focus; it is vanity’s proving ground. hair is terribly personal, a tangle of mysterious prejudices.” shana alexander
we women make a lot of hair. for us, it can make or break a day.
ever heard of a “bad hair day”? of course you have.
a bad hair day starts out in the morning and colors everything to come after one sets off to the day’s doings. bad hair can make one spill her coffee. bad hair can make a car fail to start. bad hair can make everything seem like the world is conspiring against a woman. i know it’s dramatic, but that’s just the way it is.
just before thanksgiving my stylist cut me straight bangs, but my pesky hair refused, just REFUSED, to fall flat. they were determined to remain just where they were trained to be many years ago.as a result, i was having many bad hair days at the end of 2009.
just before christmas, however, they decided to do what i had wished and hoped they would. and now i am receiving more compliments on my hair than i ever remember.
an ex-boyfriend once told me i should always wear bangs.
why? i asked.
well, because you don’t have a forehead.
much to my dismay (i was terribly self-conscious about everything), he explained, in a very logical way, that a forehead is derived from the original meaning fourhead, as in four, the number, meaning the four fingers that fit on one’s head. i, he explained, have a fivehead, meaning that i could fit five (count them out. five) fingers on my head. (let me guess, you are now testing out this theory). many a time did i hold my hand up to my head, and, sure enough, five fingers seemed to fit.
so, yes, i believed him, despite the fact that he was, in fact, not an expert in word origins. let’s just say that for many years thereafter i squarely DID NOT wear bangs. call it rebellion towards the memory of aforementioned ex-boyfriend, but i just refused to do as he told, even after he was long gone.
i am here admitting that boyfriend was right. i should wear bangs. not because i have a large forehead. but because i ROCK them. i totally rock them.
looking back at pictures of myself proved to be very telling. i was happiest and most confident with bangs. exhibit “a” above.
sound stupid? maybe. but whatever works right?
thank you, hair gods.
p.s. just another little insecurity ex-boyfriend played on was my teeth. i had one crooked tooth, which he pointed out several times. after breakup with said ex-boyfriend i got braces. i have perfectly straight teeth, thank you very much, although it made for a very difficult time student teaching in a high school. many, many a time did a school security guard and cafeteria lady yell at me for not being in class or in the wrong place.
p.p.s. just in case you think ex-boyfriend is a total jerk, he really isn’t. i think he turned out to be a perfectly nice guy.
p.p.p.s. there is a moral to this story.
what is it you ask?
1. don’t listen to a boyfriend’s advice on beauty. that’s what girlfriends are for.
2. look at pictures of yourself from different times. what did you like about certain pictures? what made you feel confident? a certain piece of clothing ? a hairstyle or way you held yourself? remember when you felt at your most beautiful.
any hair advice or stories to offer? please feel free to comment.