I've spent the majority of my life with long hair. There are a handful of times that I have cut my above/around my shoulders and because of this, I know short hair doesn't suit me. I look better with long hair, I know this, so why mess with a good thing? Because it's time to get out of my comfort zone. So, yesterday I chopped it off.
A lot of this San Francisco journey is about getting out of my comfort zone. Like, physically, getting out. I left LA and the friends I was comfortable being myself with and now, I left my hair...on the floor of Steel + Lacquer. My cousin Lena and her business partner Jarrod opened their very own salon earlier this year in SoMa. It's a beautiful, modern space with really talented stylists.
I knew cutting my hair would be a great way to have a fresh start in a new city. It felt more like something I needed to do rather than wanted. I craved a newness. This seemed like a symbolic way to leave any doubts, insecurities and split ends (obvi). Lena cut my hair, but she let me make the first cut. The first, awkward, long chop. And like a good cousin would, she took video. I'm not able to post it here but here are screen shots of the beginning and end:
I left the rest up to the professional.
Coco Chanel said it best, “a woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.”