If you’ve been following me on Instagram, you may have seen this photo of yet another recent change in my life. It’s not as eventful as you would expect, but it is a pretty drastic gesture from my end.
The last time I had my hair cut short (a blunt bob with side bangs) was in January 2009, just before Roan returned to Iraq. I had this crazy deal with myself that I won’t be getting a haircut until Roan comes home again to see me. Lo and behold, it took me two full years to grow my waist-long hair. Apart from dyeing my hair a really light shade of blonde, I only give it a trim once or twice a year to maintain its length. It’s bad practice, kids!
Hair maintenance had become a more serious situation when Roan and I got engaged in October 2011 because I knew I couldn’t cut my hair short in preparation for the wedding. I didn’t really mind because on bad hair days, I just put my hair up in a bun, or braid my hair in different ways. I also indulge my tresses to a hot oil or hair spa treatment every once in a while on top of an inch or two trim to compensate with all the unhealthy stuff I do to my hair.
Now that the wedding is over, I thought I’d finally get a long-overdue haircut, and the husband had been really supportive of this move. It’s the first time in many years that I didn’t have any separation anxiety towards chopping off 3/4 the length of my hair, and I took it as a good sign. I was ready for a change. I like that it’s not too short nor too long (thanks to Charlize Theron for the inspiration), but can still be put in a lazy ponytail or side braids when the situation calls for it.