Losing my head

I have always considered my hair to be a part of my head as well as my identity as a whole. Ever since I was little I had long straight black hair. My family and friends have always seen me with almost the same hair length and style every year. Every time I go to a salon to get my hair cut, I get filled with fear and anxiety that the outcome of my hair cut will turn me into a long-black-straight-haired girl to a Medusa look alike. However, I did lose my mind for a second when the salon owner took the first snip. Usually I'm used to them leveling everything out before they make the cuts that determine the style. This man took a solid 3 inches off on on his first cut. For someone that's always had the same long hair style for almost all their life, that was quite a shock.

I feel like I lose a little bit of my head along with an identity change every time I get my hair cut, but it did however feel refreshing to trim out from of the unwanted ends that have been lingering there for months. I remember reading a long time ago that Hera, the loyal wife of Zeus, received hair cuttings from young girls that sacrificed their hair before her marriage ceremony with Zeus. I also know that in other cultures around the world, like in India, the hair is an extension of the mind and body.I love my new haircut, and the entire time my friends were taking pictures of me while I was getting styled which made me feel like a total celebrity.

Stay classy Athens and thanks for stopping by,

Khadijah