If you’ve ever met me you know that I have long, thick and wavy/curly natural hair. It’s a blessing and a curse honestly. I love having it long as it makes the perfect curls that look like they could have been done with heat. I usually keep it long enough to hang down just below my shoulders. Perfect length to do the styles I use everyday. On February 16th it changed.
My sister for the past week has been beyond annoying saying she wants bangs. I told her I’d cut them for her but she kept refusing. Finally I convinced her and I brought her down to my “office” (a broken computer chair in front of a mirror). We got straight to trimming up her hair to bring it up to just below her shoulders and then started with the bangs. I have never cut someone’s hair before let alone bangs so it was quite an interesting process. She wanted front bangs that would come just below her eyebrows. I snipped and snipped and measured and snipped some more until we came out with a style we both were pleased with. Sure it wasn’t perfect because well I’m certainly no professional but it didn’t look as bad as I thought. She was happy and it looked good on her.
When I finished her hair I figured I would give myself a trim to get rid of the dead ends that had developed. This wasn’t the first time cutting my own hair and I knew I could do a half decent job. I cut a few inches off until it was about an inch below my collar bone. The perfect length that I could still throw up in a ponytail or braid with strands falling out or sticking up. I went to bed that night impressed with myself.
A few days later, I looked in the mirror and noticed I had missed a strand of hair so I quickly trimmed it up and continued on with my day. That night I swept up any hair I had missed on the floor and took a shower to clean myself off of any little pieces that had stuck to me. Right before I crawled into bed I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled with a sense of accomplishment of what I had done.
The morning of February 19th I got up and noticed my hair was a complete mess. I thought nothing really of it and threw it in a low ponytail to go about my morning chores. Once they were completed I retire my hair up into a higher ponytail and went for a run. By the time I got back I noticed quite a few strands had fallen out of the elastic but I thought nothing of it and hopped in the shower. As I dried of my hair and let it rest down to my shoulders I couldn’t help but feel oddly lighter, like I wasn’t being weighed down. I looked into the mirror and immediately became horrified.
My hair which was originally cut to rest below my collar bone was now nearing the top of my shoulders. Not only that but certain sections of hair were still long. I quickly rushed out of the bathroom and asked my sister if my hair seemed shorter and crooked to her. She responded with a shocked and concerned face and said yes.
I ran down to my room to further inspect only to find a pair of scissors opened up sitting on my dresser in a pile of hair. Turns out my bed was covered as well. Small and large pieces of hair were scattered all across my pillow and sheets.
I was mortified. How on earth did this happen?!? It was straight and longer yesterday!! That’s when a stronger fear set in with realization. I cut my hair in my sleep.
I’m not quite sure how it happened but that seems to be the only explanation for the butchered trim and the hair all over the place. I panicked so much that day and managed to convince my mom to help me fix the crime my sleeping self had committed.
Here’s a tip don’t keep scissors in your room if you have realistic dreams and occasionally sleep walk because if you do you’ll end up with hair that hovers above your shoulders and an embarrassing story that your friends and family won’t ever forget.
J.R.S.
Before and After
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