:/

“Oh, Sweet Vanity”

I love Ray Caesar.

Today at school, I was talking to one of the girls (who is almost always super nice) about salon stuff and I kept noticing that she would almost wince when she was looking at me. A few minutes later she said “Your hair freaks me out…”

I replied with “I know that, but you don’t have to wear it on your head. No one is making you shave yours, or even trim it.”

She tried to fake smile and pretend she was OK with it but I can always see how disgusted she is with the fact that a girl would ever shave her head. It first became apparent to me when she told me (the last day of school before St. Baldrick’s) “Don’t do it!” while everyone else was giving their regards and such. The look on her face was almost painful as she begged me not to shave the hair off of my head.

It makes me really sad that people really think their hair is what makes them beautiful. It seems odd that I, a future stylist, might say that, but I love this field because I enjoying giving people the tools and knowledge to style their hair themselves and feel good everyday. You never know what the person sitting in your chair feels like or what they are going through and sometimes fixing one little thing that they have come to YOU for help with, is all they need to make it to the next day. I enjoying cutting and coloring hair because I know that I have transformed something as simple as hair, yet as important as your best accessory. However, I do not feel like having hair makes you any more beautiful than someone who chooses (or doesn’t get the choice) not to have hair.

It’s one thing to say that you could never be comfortable enough to shave your own head, but it’s another thing to disregard the fact that something as simple as shaving off your stupid hair can raise money to help kids; maybe even to save lives one day!

It just tells me that she doesn’t find herself beautiful, inside or out. And that anyone who doesn’t look like her is obviously not beautiful either. Or maybe it’s just the opposite. Either way: Unfortunate. She can’t see past herself.