For me, hair has always been a mere accessory. I have a small fear of spiders, centipedes, snakes. I have a larger fear of heights. But, I’ve never feared doing anything different with my hair.
My mom grew it out when I was a young girl.
In highschool, when I paved the way for girls to join the wrestling team, I felt it pertinent to shave all my hair off as a statement of gender issues people have.
In university, I went pixie.
When I was pregnant with my first child, I couldn’t be bothered to go to the salon for a haircut, so I left it alone until it grew to my mid-back.
As a mother of two, I went for the easy “Mommy bob.”
In between all this hair frenzy, I’ve been bald, had French braids, and dreadlocks.
So, now, I feel like letting down my hair.
Down to my waist, that is.
(Grant me the patience and the shampoo-budget to make this happen!)
(c) Zara Alexis D. Garcia-Alvarez