Short Note On Cutting My Hair

I enjoy this feild/trade so much and would love to spend the rest of my working days making people more beautiful than they already are. Being able to make a difference in someone’s life is my goal. Changing your hair can be life changing. Your hair is you, it is who you are. It helps people identify you and it makes

Chris Rock’s documentary, Good Hair, investigates the notion of what good hair is. Dominant society views good hair as straight or essentially caucasian hair. This is not only problematic to the self-esteem and confidence of black women, but it can also cause black women to appropriate Asian culture. Black women unfortunately take advantage of Asian culture in search of what society believes is good hair. Many black women wear weaves in order to align to what society believes is good hair. However, when they buy this hair, they do not realize what Asians go through. Likewise, Asians who give up their hair do not know where or who this hair will be going to. Thus, this desire for good hair further perpetuates the lack of understanding that black

Pv2 Johnny. Correctional Essay on Importance of meeting the standards set by AR 670-1. A soldier is a professional and an expert at all times, Because of this his uniform haircut and general hygiene is held to a professional standard. AR 670-1 is the ruling of this standard in which every soldier must uphold to. A soldier is measured by his/her ability to do his job successfully, tactfully, and professionally. The key to doing a job as a professional is a professional appearance, none know this as much as the Army. In the Army, the regulation that dictates what to look like while on duty is the AR 670-1; this provides an SOP on what to wear and how to groom for both males and females alike. When a job is done for the Army, the soldier is

With a fury I had been scrolling through google, tumblr, and youtube, reveling in the feminine faces that had hair closely cropped to their scalp. Some had bangs. Some didn’t. Some were even shaved. I still ache for something like that-something edgy and out there. Something different. I begged my parents, arguing and becoming angry, defending my

Sophomore year of high school, I needed a change. I decided to cut off six inches of my hair off. I was no longer the girl who hid behind her hair, I was ‘edgy.’ Even though I love my new short hair cut, there’s not much that can be done with short hair. Therefore, when my brother was planning to get married

that straight hair was the style I was not made fun of for having; I blame it on

“That is the point, everyone has to do it,” Sam said, “besides your hair will grow back fast.” He did have a point about that, my hair was very

When I first committed my gender norm violation, I did not realize what a response it would bring about from my friends, family and even strangers. I went into the hair salon with my best friend, Annie, only to get a trim but then without telling anyone else decided I wanted something entirely different and cut off 11 inches of my hair. When asking the woman who was doing my hair to do so, she looked at me slightly confused and worried. She asked me in a very concerned voice, “All of it? Are you sure? That’s a very big difference.” To which I responded, “Absolutely, I want a big change.” Her face was still slightly unsure about my decision but she proceeded to cut my hair anyways. After it was done I felt empowered. I could not believe I had finally done the pixie cut I had wanted to do for so long and finally felt the courage to do so. It looked amazing, I loved it and I felt on top of the world. It was the most amazing feeling, until I left the salon and other people’s negative opinions and looks immediately started to surround me and quickly impacted how I felt about the new change. The feeling of confidence quickly vanished from my mind, and all I could think about was, “Do I look ok?”

A few years ago, a good friend from Los Angeles came to Anthem for a haircut. She was traveling to another country and needed something edgy but easy to care for. “Something new!” she told me during our consultation and together we found a perfect cut for her.

When I was 10- 12 years old I begged my mother to let me get a perm. She denied my request daily. On my 13th birthday she took me to the beauty shop and told me, I was getting a perm. I screamed so loud. You would’ve thought I had won the lottery. The reason why I wanted a perm was because every one of my friends at my school had one too. After a year or so of having a perm and getting them touched up, I told my mom that my hair started to come out. She instantly decided to let the perm grow out and stop there. I then started doing them myself the older I got, until one day my hair started to fall out again. I started doing research on healthy hair for black women. I came across articles about other women hair falling out because of perms. I started to notice my hair was so uneven and different textures and such, I became so intrigued in the topic I decided to do study this more seriously. It almost was my after school job. My junior year of high school, I decided to perform the “big chop” on my hair. Which is where a woman cuts out all of the damage hair and start from scratch. My friends turned on me, and I was an outsider for that next year. But I had the support of my family. I stuck with it from then to present day. This item represents my adolescence because it taught me so much about myself, which has still been a leading cause in my life even now. I have been natural since 2009 and I do not regret my decision at

It may be hard to believe, but I wasn’t always this bald and beautiful. I, like many other young men, was a victim of a vicious receding hairline. Me being so young, I fell victim to a plethora of cruel jokes, I mean let’s face it, not many sixteen-year-old girls swoon over a young boy with the hairline like their fathers. I was constantly ragged on by family, friends, strangers, and anyone else with a working pair of eyes. Thus, I grew to be very self-conscious about my hairline, or lack thereof. Then that all changed one day with a mirror and a razor. Looking back at it, I can’t help but laugh and smile when I think about the days when all I wanted was a full head of hair.

The famous French designer Coco Chanel once said: “A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.” This statement was never more true than for celebrities, whom for whatever reasons, choose to change their appearance. And so it was for Mary Pickford, the famous Hollywood actress known as “the girl with the curls.” Mary Pickford, was nicknamed “America's Sweetheart” in part because of her angelic face and her girl next door appearance. But in 1928, Mary decided she wanted a change; She cut her hair replacing her long golden curls with the popular short bob style of the day.

I brewed coffee and iced tea. I brewed some decaf. I ate a package of oyster crackers and sucked on an ice cube. I went into the kitchen and got two soup pots from the cooks, the clam chowder we had every night and salmon bisque, the soup du jour. One of the cooks asked me what happened, pointing to the bandage on my chin. I looked at the cook whose name I didn't know, studying his bushy mustache and the toothpick hanging from the corner of his mouth. I wanted to tell him that I had cut myself because I was distracted by my decision to grow a mustache, but knew any man with such a healthy mustache would never understand.

My instincts rallied together and introdused the thought that later led me to my decision of a drastic hairstyle change.

Don't ask what business an Indian girl with my hair had getting a white American pageboy 'do. It was wrong, I realize that now. But I remember after getting that cut, my hair began to freely express her emotions and moods. It was like she had woken from a long, deep slumber. Maybe it was the shorter length, maybe it was a natural development phase. It's not clear why she chose to stage her debut at that point. But one thing was clear, she was not going to do whatever I wanted her to.