Growing Out

by Alex
(North Bay, Ontario, Canada)

I've always had curly hair.

When I was young I had those soft, blond curls everyone adored ... those curls I hated.

I would cut it short, because let's face it, curly hair can be quite the frustration on many levels. And so the war began, until one day, the white flag went up. Three years later I had mid-torso length curls, and let's not get into the horrors of that triumph.

Now, it was starting to get really thick in the back (did I mention I have very very thin hair in the front?) so I decided it was time to just layer it a little more and get rid of the wizard point of hair at my crown.

Next thing I know, I'm at my best friend's doorstep in tears, begging her to fix it ... it being plural. The first it, the short afro like bob on the top. The second, my foot-and-a-half of thin, scaggly mullet.

Might I add, the hairdresser responsible for that mess was the one who cut my hair for well over a decade of my most frustrating bad-hair-YEARS.

To sum it up, she fixed it then, and she's been fixing it every three months for the past three years. Slowly, but surely, it will grow back. In those three years I have reached my shoulders,. just barely. But it looks fantastic! Only 16" to go.

And let me just say, the eighties are done, retired and dead. Mullets are out.