So I went to my composition teacher’s Word Press, and its still there, But it is funny looking and none of his posts are there which I take to mean that I can blog safely (freely?) without being all weird.
Yeah, you read the title right. I shaved my head. I’m not bald, well, here is a picture.
First, a before:
Now, an after:
But you know what? I like my hair like this. It feels nice, the only thing I have to do is brush it in the morning, and I like the way it looks.
The number one question I got after I shaved my head was, “Why did you do that to your hair?” or. “Why did you shave your head?” I even got asked by a few people I didn’t even know. I answered in the apathetic teens all popular “I just wanted to” But then I got to thinking, Why does it matter?
Thankfully, a lot of my teachers and friends didn’t react that way. The first thing that came out of their mouths were things like, “Wow! That looks really nice!” “I like your haircut, it is so cute!” “You look so beautiful!” And I really appreciated that to the point where I almost wanted to cry. Compliments are really a nice thing to receive.
But unfortunately, a lot of people weren’t as kind. They didn’t say anything except for the occasional ‘Why’ question, (Except for my Grandma who told me I had mental issues) but there are always those people I can catch out of the corner of my eye, throwing shade like their working in the lamp industry. Then I thought, “Why the heck does it even matter? IT’S MY FREAKING HEAD! Not yours.”
For the most part, I get most gender stereotypes. But whats up with hair? Why can’t a woman have short hair? Why can’t a man have long hair? Why is is so horrible that I shaved my head? What is so wrong, with getting fed up with constant hair relaxing, styling. waking up an hour early just so you have time to flat iron your hair, and burning your forehead on the flat iron? That is what I’m sick of.
I’m not a dyke, or a lesbian, or a faggot, JUST BECAUSE I AM A GIRL WITH SHORT HAIR! It is in fact, common for black women to shave their heads and start growing their hair naturally. Yes, that is what I an doing with my head. I’m sick of burning my scalp with enough chemicals to eat through a soda can (fact) I want to have nice, pleasant, curly hair. Natural hair presents its own challenges, and it is more than okay if you don’t mind relaxing your hair ( it is, after all, your head) but it is also okay, If you don’t want long hair, or natural hair, and maybe just enjoy having short hair.
The moral of the story is, do whatever the heck you want with your head! It’s yours, and no one can tell you how to look. You can dye your hair all the colors of the rainbow, burn your scalp with relaxers, put in weaves and extensions so often that no one sees your real hair, cut your hair in the most ridiculous of ways, or shave it all off, But do what makes you happy. You’re not on this amazing planet to live your life pleasing others that wouldn’t give a damn about you otherwise, you are here to be yourself, and be with others who will let you do just that. Because at the end of the day, it is just that simple.
So this is supposed to be a reflection on my last essay versus my final draft, and how my writing style has changed, but due to procrastination (there it is again) and the unreliability of technology, I have no final draft. But, what I can say is that my writing got a whole lot better. I use more vocabulary words. I’m pretty sure that’s about it because I’m not very good with grammar. I have common sense grammar (if that make sense). and i don typee lykee dis. Because I’m not some ghetto queen from Myspace. Okay, that’s it for now. Bye!