Rapunzel, Rapunzel

As some of you know I've been on a great new hair adventure the past few years, but my whole life has kind of been a great hair adventure to be honest.  While I've never been victim to the dreaded bowl cut, like a dear friend and cousin of mine has, or gone so drastic as a pixie, in my book my hair has practically seen it all.  So let's start from the beginning and see how all of that went.

I was born with dark hair, and basically with the shortest hair I've ever had.  Also, we should note that I was adorable.

 
It didn't take long for my hair to go blonde, which was inevitable since it was the same with my sister and my dad.

Then my mom decided bangs were the way to go.  Every time I've tried bangs since then I haven't really liked them.

Second grade was the drastic change.  I wanted short, and I got it.  My sister called me a boy for weeks, and still I'm being nice enough not to detail her great perm fiasco.  Let's just say I wasn't the only one who "looked like a boy."

It eventually grew out, and at the same time my hair started getting darker.

Over my public school years it varied in lengths and styles, including the Shirley temple beauty pageant look

these really big curls

and the eighth grade St. Maarten braids.

Looking back, I've noticed that my hair took a mostly shorter trend.  There weren't many times that I let it get too far past my shoulders before I decided it was time to whack it off.  That time in tenth grade was probably the longest it had ever been.

Which brings me to the summer of 2011.  Another visit to Panama City, and another hair whacking.  This time all the way to my chin!

Sometime between then and Christmas 2011 I had an epiphany.  I realized that I was addicted to cutting my hair.  I was addicted to the new and drastic feeling of having my hair cut off.  I don't really know why that was either, because not too long after I'd start complaining about how I wouldn't be able to put it in a pony tail, or really do anything with it.  And then just when it would fit into a hairtie, I'd chop it off again.  It was especially taxing on my grandmother, because she has always been the one to cut my hair.  She was always worried that I wouldn't like the cut and blame her, which I never did.  It was all my own fault.

And when this realization hit me, I made a decision, a very hard decision, to grow my hair out.  Nearly four years later, I think it's probably the best hair decision I've ever made.  It's made me realize the goals I can achieve with PATIENCE.  It's also led to more healthy hair decisions.  But let me just tell you right now, if you're planning on growing your hair out and keeping it healthy, the journey is not for the faint of heart.

By the spring of 2012 I had ceased using my flatiron and I had started going for a more natural look.  Of course, I was still blow drying and using a curling iron.  By the time I moved to Tallahassee to start at FSU that fall I had cut out the blow dryer, and by Christmas I was heat free.  I noticed such a change in my hair.  Sure I had to wash it early enough to let it air dry before I went to bed, but it was worth it to not have to literally sweat through blow drying and straightening.  By the summer of 2013 my hair felt like it was so long, even though it really wasn't.  I had begun to devise ways in which to curl it without heat, to much success.  I also began to braid my hair at night.  I felt like I lived in the 1800s, but easy brushing the next morning was worth it.  By the summer of 2014 my hair was so long it was giving me hairtie headaches, and milkmaid braids were my go-to when my hair was dirty.

June 2014

Now let's fast forward to today.  In the big scheme of things, my waist length hair isn't all that long, but for me it's a big deal.  My go-to is a French braid to avoid headaches, and I rarely wear ponytails.  I also use a giant clip and tie my nightly sleeping braid with a soft length of t-shirt material.  These are all ways I fight breakage, which is one of my biggest enemies.  I've cut out my hair products completely.  About a month ago I stopped using mousse, which I've used since childhood, and I've even stopped with my anti-frizz product.  I found that the mousse caused my hair to take longer to dry.  All I really do is shampoo and condition, and I only do that once a week.  Yes, friends, I only wash my hair once a week.  It's WAY better for my hair, and it makes a difference in how moisturized it is.  I've also been benefitting from the wonders of coconut oil as a treatment before my weekly wash.  It also helps moisturize and keeps some of the frizz at bay.  But my latest weapon is my new brush.

As a treat for finishing my novel's rough draft in April I finally ordered my fancy hair brush that I had been researching for weeks. It cost way more that anything I could get at Walmart or even Sally's, but even after only using it for a few weeks I can see a difference in my hair.  The secret is that it's made of wood.  Not the brush itself, though that's made of wood too, but the bristles.  Each individual bristle is solid wood.  The wood soaks up the oils near your scalp and then distributes it throughout your hair, helping combat dryness, frizz, an itchy scalp, and the need to wash you hair more often.  I know that might sound gross, but there's a reason our scalps produce oil.  "Back in the olden days" women didn't wash their hair very often, and used a similar system with a boar bristle brush to redistribute the oil in their hair.  It's also the reason they could achieve such elaborate hairstyles without hairspray, and the reason why today it's so much easier to braid your hair when it's "dirty."  Having long hair is work.  I mean, there's a reason women used to have ladies maids.

June 2015

Currently my hair is only about two inches away from my next goal (butt length), but after that, who knows where I'll go.  I've decided that I won't go to much longer because it would get too hard to manage.  Long hair is not just work, it can be a hindrance as well.  Because we've recently opened our pool I've discovered how not fun it is to swim with long hair, and I LOVE to swim!  Even keeping it in a braid doesn't help much.  It takes a while to rinse the chlorine out and then untangle knots.  Driving is an issue too, and sitting in general.  I have to move my hair out of the way so it's not squished between me and the seat, and I also have to move it out of the way to put on my seatbelt.  The closest way to describe it is that it's like having a paralyzed appendage.  I'm constantly aware of where my hair is and what it's doing.  Do I have to move it out of the way?  Is it touching my food?  If I bend over will it brush something gross that I don't want in my hair?  Is that my braid that's digging into my back while I'm trying to sleep?  Is that my hair grazing my arm or a vicious man-eating spider attacking me?  Is the wind so bad that I need to take my brush with me to the store?  Am I going to get a braid tan down my back if I don't put it in a clip?  I'll stop there, but the list goes on.

Still, if you want long hair, go for it!  I know a lot of this sounds discouraging, but be patient, it takes time and effort, and not everyone's hair grows at the same rate.  Ignore all those people who ask you when you're going to cut it and go for it Rapunzel!

The next adventure?  A Florida summer with three feet of hair.