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Hair: people usually have a love-hate relationship with it. To some people, it's whatever or a nuisance. Personally, my hair has always been important to me. Since I was a child, I had long hair that extended past my behind. It was like a security blanket. In high school, I would always have my hair down, covering my face when I wanted. It helped me with my insecurities about my acne, and my face in general. It also helped when I felt self-conscious about my body. I would just simply bring my hair to the front, and hide what I didn't want people to see. For school homecomings and proms, my hair curled to perfection, and gave me a boost of confidence. My hair was like my trademark. I was told multiple times that people can identify in a crowd just by looking at my hair. For the longest time, my long locks had meant something to me. It was more of a part of me than just the fact it was on my head.
When I graduated high school, I was much more mature than when I first entered. I had more confidence, a clearer head, and drive. So, when I made the decision to take a leap and cut my hair to just below shoulder length, people were shocked. Even I was surprised at my impulsive decision. I had explained to the hairdresser my story, and how my hair served its purpose. But now, I'm a different person. I've overcome and achieved so much, but who I was in high school stayed behind when I took off my cap and gown. It was like shedding a new skin. And now, to top it all off, I'm sealing the deal by cutting off my hair. She talked to me through the whole process; almost like she was reassuring me. When she told me she was done, I took a deep breath and turned around to face the mirror. I was in love. It framed my face well, and I looked older. My mom was with me, and we both started crying. I literally looked like a different person. My boyfriend (now husband) was floored when I showed him. He loved it just as much as I did. He told me was proud of me for taking the step to change who I was for the better. I actually noticed a difference in my personality after a while. I became more vocal (no pun intended) with my thoughts, and carried myself with a more positive gait. Harsh criticisms slid off my back easier, because I knew anything mean anyone had to say wasn't true. Which, in all honesty, is an amazing feat for me.
Fast forward a few months, and I'm now a married woman! Another new chapter in my life! My life was once again yet changed for the better. I'm happier, I feel lighter, and life is wonderful. Yet when a small, passing thought came through my mind, I couldn't shake it. After a few weeks of being married, I asked my husband how he would feel if I cut my hair again, but shoulder length this go around. He asked me why, and my reason was the same as last time: I'm a new person. I have a need to physically shed my old skin. He told me he'd love me and support me no matter what, and the next day I found myself in a hair salon with my new hubby right at my side. After it was all said and done, I looked in the mirror and instantly felt light. It was something so different, so new. But I loved it.
The gist of all this, is that a haircut can define a person in so many ways. It's a simple thing, but so symbolic. Sometimes, you just have to let go of the old, and embrace the new. Even if it means a salon/barber shop trip.