Recently, my hair stylist canceled my appointment because she was sick. I’d planned to leave early to get there, but just as I prepared to head out, I got a call. The receptionist relayed the message that my stylist had a virus and wanted me to come the next morning. Once I got over the shock and awe, it hit me. This multi-textured mop I’d been molding into every bun and roll I could, would have to last me another day.
I nearly cried.
Can you relate? Or are you like my talented friends who can watch YouTube and mimic a great hairstyle? When I marvel at their talent, they typically say things like, “Girl, I did this after seeing it on YouTube.” Not one of them has successfully explained how watching YouTube would magically transform my fingers, enabling them to do what they couldn’t before.
My pain was real. When she also cancelled my follow-up appointment, I was nearly hopeless. And no one seemed to understand. My hair was a mess, by my standards, and I felt stuck.
Let me paint you a picture. In high school, I was a cheerleader. Before almost every game the other girls sat me down to ‘get me together.’ Namely, comb my hair. They’d break out the curling irons, rubber bands, or just a comb to get my part straight before they gave me some good old fashioned french braids.
I was “that” girl. And I kinda still am. Ladies who do their own relaxer are like superheroes to me. And these women out here doing their own braids and crochet styles? The Force be with you. Me? I need my stylist to get back on the good foot.
Still skeptical? Still thinking it’s not that serious?
My senior year of high school, I met a college boy I’d end up dating off and on for the next several years. One day, he called to say he was coming to pick me up and take me to meet his mom at her job.
At a hair salon.
Let that sink in. He simultaneously introduced me to his mother and dropped me off to to get my hair done. Seriously. (She was gracious and I love her to this day.)
Curious of what’s at the root of my reaction to – and proclivity for – bad hair days? A deficiency on my part. A lack of skill in handling my business. In this case, my hair.
How do you react when a “bad day” threatens to expose a deficiency? How do you make up for what you lack when you’re missing the skills to work it out on your own? My hair issue is well known and I don’t bother trying to cover it up. If you’re still covering your internal flaws with symbolic make-up, masks, wigs or hats, just know your secret may come out at the worst possible time. Be brave. Engage a professional.