The Haircut by Scarlett Biggers, Class of 2022 Aesthetically speaking, the haircut seemed like the most pleasing idea. Bangs were the original plan. Chopping it all off was the end result of the failed idea. During the salon appointment, I was a complete bundle of nerves; I was so ready for this! Especially, since I had been planning this for six months. Every little snip of the scissors filled me with anticipation. Finally, I felt my chair and my reflection blinked citement had filled my its place. It was awful! the woman behind this eagerly at me in the mirror. I thought, don’t tell her you
I was so ready for this! Especially, since I had been planning this for six months.
being turned around back at me. Giddy exbody. Horror now took Just terrible! Karen, atrocity smiled Let her remain unaware, hate it!
Morphing my expression back into a smile, I asked as politely as I could if there was something, ANYTHING, we could do. Nodding, Karen took up her instruments once more. Of course, I didn’t think Karen took “anything” quite so literally. Prior to the appointment, we had discussed this at great length; pictures were also used as guidelines. Quietly, I was turned back to my reflection to see all my beautiful hair had been cut pixie style with one, swooping bang. Realizing I had been staring open-mouthed at the mirror for a good five minutes, I tried to collect my thoughts. Screaming was my first choice of action, but silently I paid the woman, and took my leave… Terrible, no good, illiterate… my mind raced way with several (creative) insults to encompass my rage. Unless I had a miracle treatment, my hair would be boy-short for the next four moths! Very slowly though, my new ‘do kind of grew on me (no pun intended). Wishing it all back didn’t help, so I learned to live with it. X-Y-Z happened: one thing led to another, and now Karen is my top stylist if anyone asks, and the horrible-haircutthat-was is now my signature style.
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