As Coco Chanel once said, “Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself." When I finally decided to take a dive off the deep end in January of 2016 and cut my own hair, I knew right then and there that I was either having a meltdown way ahead of midterms, or that I was finally on the road to better hair care, healthy living, and a newfound confidence. What I’d soon learn is that thankfully, it was the latter.
Before I get into the specifics of this game-changing cut, let me rewind a bit. In high school, I begged my mother to allow me to perm my hair, not only to keep up with the Joneses, but to eliminate the daily and weekly maintenance it took to maintain a straightened, polished look and completely eliminate my natural frizz, because to me, it was unattractive. I wanted bone-straight hair like the models and actresses I saw on TV, and wanted nothing more than to take away the focus from my insecurities (awkward Short Black Girl here, hello!), and put it on what I believed at the time was my most attractive feature (long hair, don’t care). After months of persistent begging and whining, my mother finally caved in and gave me permission (and the funds needed) to perm my hair.
Source: Byrdie – Tameka Abraham