Curly Haircut Story

by Pam

I am 41 years old. All my life I have despised my curls. I have been called all sorts of names - mophead, freebush ... and I've heard the "finger in a light socket" more times than I care to count.

I am a little bit American Indian and Irish. My mother always kept my hair cut short when I was little, and I always looked like I had an afro.

As I got older I let my hair grow long. The bush became ringlets (not quite as bad). About 6 months ago I decided to get a cut - and not by a barber who puts a bowl on your head, but by a beautician.

I have 2 boys. One has really curly hair and one straight as a board.

My oldest son (the one with the straight hair) threw a fit and said, "Leave it long!"

Well I got it cut. One whole foot to be exact.

After school that day my son wouldn't come into the room to look at my hair. He was soooo mad. I finally went to him and he said oh thank god! Thank god!

Now I'm thinking he's gonna freak because I cut so much off. Instead he said I looked more beautiful than he'd ever seen me, because now he could see my face. He said he was afraid that when I got my hair cut my hair wouldn't be curly any more. He was so relieved he hugged me for a long time and said he loved my curls. That changed my life forever.

After that I loovve my curls too.