I know many women who have had their hair extensions cut off and put on by a stylist.
They feel like they’re being punished by their fathers for the sin of not growing hair.
But this was different for me.
When I was a teenager, I never considered the possibility of becoming a father.
When my father passed away in 2001, I was 18 and living with a woman who was my biological mother.
She was a stay-at-home mother who had given birth to me when I was about five.
She wanted to have kids, and she wanted me to stay at home.
We would have a little dinner together and I would go upstairs to play.
And then, all of a sudden, the night before the baby was due, my mom says, “We’re going to cut off your hair.”
She cuts off my hair at the end of the night, just to make sure I don’t leave it in my room.
And I’m thinking, Why?
Why would I want to go through that?
But the moment I thought about it, I just decided that I didn’t want to do it.
When she says this, I go, “OK, well, what if it turns out my dad was gay?”
She says, Oh, you’re not the first person to think about that.
I’ve had boyfriends and girlfriends and husbands.
But to think that my mom is going to say that to me?
I have to say, No.
I’m not going to do that.
She cuts it off, but she leaves it in her room.
It was the most terrifying thing that I had ever done.
The next day, I had to get my hair done again, and the next day I had a new haircut.
When you have kids it’s hard to get a haircut and have it done in the same day, so the first time I had my hair cut I was pretty scared.
The following day, the stylist is like, Oh my God, you really didn’t think about it?
I was like, “No, I didn ‘t think about’ it.”
But the stylists got it wrong the second time, and I had this realization that I was not alone in this.
So when I had the hair cut for the third time, I did it for my mother and my boyfriends.
It wasn’t for them.
The stylists thought it was for me and I was completely fine with that.
The day after, I went to a barber shop, and he did the hair, but it was still there.
So I said, “What the hell is going on?
What is wrong with me?”
I was just really scared that my mother was going to make me do it again.
She came in and she said, Look, I’m sorry, I can’t be here today, but I will do it for you.
I went home, and my mom put my hair back on.
I had no idea.
She did it because I said that I wanted to.
I didn’ t know if I could have told her, because I was scared.
I was really confused.
She had a lot of friends and I felt like I could trust her, so I thought I would do it, and it worked out for me because she didn’t have to worry about it.
I never thought that I would grow out of it.
And now, I get to keep my hair.
I am grateful.
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