What My Hair Means To Me

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In the most simple of terms, I am a ponytail girl. The nature of my fast-paced schedule—including a full load of classes, three jobs, fitness classes, and somewhat of a social life—does not allow leisure time for styling hair. While blonde hair blowing in the wind sounds elegant in theory, the reality faces more hair in my mouth and eyes rather than flowing with my active lifestyle. Thus, my hair remains up and out of the way at all times. Even if my hair decides to cooperate daily, it becomes a matter of self motivation.
Hence, I am hoping to bring back my patience and appreciation for my locks through this experiment. From Friday the 26th to Sunday the 28th, my hair will consistently be beyond my shoulders and out of a ponytail or bun. My …show more content…

To my surprise, my struggles at the gym nor hair flying into my mouth bothered me as much as my epiphany. As I looked in the locker room mirror, played with my hair during class, and embraced the essence of my hair, I realized why it always ended up in a ponytail. Even though I was initially struck with confidence by my style, I was saddened to see myself become more so concerned with my appearance rather than my intelligence. In class, for example, I caught myself fixing my hair before entering a discussion rather than articulating my thoughts in my head. Same went for when I went to dinner with my boyfriend. I indulged in my appearance which put the conversation in second position. My conclusions became clear. I converted to the ponytail not for its ease or simplicity but for self control over my ego. Like most people, hair is apart of their identity due to its many adjustments with trends and personal revamping. My hair became essential to my identity—to the point of becoming self-absorbed—and this version of myself was not the individual I wished to be or continue to be. Even though throughout the three days I felt confident in my walk and talk, it was a fuzzy glaze over my true self. With my hair behind my face, I feel motivated to focus on my education over my image, my talk over my walk, and above all, my selflessness over my vanity. I first perceived my monotonous style to be a flaw, but in truth, it became my strength. I hold myself to a better quality life because of it; even though it may not be the best way to leave the house, I appreciate myself more for sleeping the extra 20 minutes, strengthening my mind through class, and providing an alternate route to self confidence. Following the experiment, the confidence of my voice and the concern for my education ruled once again once my ponytail made a

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