In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve done a 3rd Big Chop. Yup. I cut off all of my hair. Again. I feel so light and carefree. Wash day is a breeze. It takes way less time for me to get ready. And I’ve been putting a little more effort into my makeup looks since I don’t have to spend too much time messing with my hair. If I could only learn how to put my work away and go to bed at a reasonable hour then I’d really be winning. Now I remember why I did a 2nd Big Chop last Summer. But I learned something about myself after the 3rd Big Chop… I really don’t give AF about no hair. I mean honestly and truly.
Sometimes we tell ourselves that we don’t care about something because we don’t have it. This was me as a child when I struggled with hair growth. But I really did care. I remember cutting bundles of tracks short to add to my hair because I had a struggle ponytail and didn’t want to get teased. You wouldn’t catch me without some type of weave because I didn’t want people to know that my hair was short. Now I’m bald by choice. This a full circle moment for me, and I couldn’t be more proud. From my late teens until now I’ve let my hair grow relatively long and cut it all off numerous times. Not because it was damaged either. But because I just grew tired of the hair and wanted a change. Now I will cut it all off in a hot minute because hair is not that important to me. Not anymore. This may not seem like a big deal to some but it is to me.