Do your parents make you do what they want to with your hair? If you could do what you wanted with it, what would you do?
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My mother was really strict. I was not allowed to ever dye my hair when I was a teen. She nagged me constantly about it. I wanted highlights. That was a zero no go area. She said.. you’ll thank me when you are older and HAVE to go to the hairdresser to dye your hair.
You know, my niece is now 13. I told her that if she wants purple or pink streaks in her hair, she can. I don’t want her to be 40 and feel like she missed out on doing that. You can do it when you are 13 and it be just fine. At 40.. WTH are ya thinking??????
When I was little I had snarly hair. My mom went at it with a grown-up brush and if I complained too much, she whacked me on the head with the hard plastic of the brush. I was not consulted on the style.
When I was 5-6 years old, she used to braid my hair and pin it up on top of my head. I was the only girl in school with hair like that and I HATED it. I had no choice. That hairbrush was hard.
At about age 6 my mom took me and sis to the “blooty sop” (sister’s word) – actually it was a beauty school – and they did this thing called a “helmet cut.” (OK, folks, this was 1973.) It was horrible. My sister got a pixie which was really cute. I think that was when I started hating my sister.
After that, my mom would cut my hair herself. Again, no choice – the helmet cut taught us not to be too adventurous! I usually ended up looking like a boy.
At about age 12 I decided I’d like to look like a girl again, and I let my hair grow. I also took a “mini-course” at school and learned how to cut and feather my own bangs. My mom was actually impressed with my new talent and never touched my hair again. I was cutting my own hair until I was about 30 years old.
I never had any desire to chemically alter my hair. Brown and wavy is how God made it and I was always fine with that.
Oks I’ve had this freedom forever and my mother has had green, purple, pink, BRIGHT pink … you get the picture
But I like this idea of Amber with pink stripes… I dare you dahlink, I dare you…. go ons you can dooo eeeet
This just happened this weekend.
It really all began last week. I went to the barber and told him to “cut it short”. Long story short I ended up with a “burr cut”. One of those where you can just take the clippers at home and put the number 2 guard on it and run it around and around your skull and have it all done!
Well I also have this “shiny spot” in the back of my head. My girls call it a “bald spot” but since I can’t see it when I look in the mirror it really doesn’t exist… at least in my mind.
So anyway, my wife decides to give Porter a burr cut too. So she takes him out side on the patio and proceeds to run those clippers around and around his head until he too has a “burr cut.”
Now when she finishes his hair cut she says to him (now remember he’s 4 years old), “Now you have a hair cut just like daddy’s”. He reaches up to feel the back of his head and after a second he says. “Uh uhh, I no have a hole in mine.”
We laughed so hard. And incidentally Sunday at church whenever anyone said “Hey, you have a hair cut just like your daddy’s”….. haha.
I really had no say in my hair. Bailey does, however he has flat straight hair that falls forward no matter how hard we try to make it stick up!! We tried the Mohawk and that didn’t turn out right. He is growing his sideburns out right now so he can be like he dad!!
I have to say that having two “hair” posts was quite an accident. I do these questions very far ahead of time and just click on them to put them in at night. I had to laugh when I saw them together! Sorry.
I had hair like a boy when I was young. My mom knew nothing about taking care of a little girls hair and I was told until I was old enough to take care of it myself, it would be short. All of my elementary pictures look the same and it wasn’t until my 7th grade pic that it’s finally growing out.
I let my boys (for the most part) do what they wanted. I figured it would grow out. They didn’t do anything to bizarre. I think the worst thing was when Jason made the All Star baseball team when he was 10 and the team shaved their heads, I wasn’t a fan of that but I let him do it. Wouldn’t you know Toby was the “mascot-bat boy” for the team and he wanted it done too so I had two bald boys for a time.
I wasn’t allowed to dye my hair or straighten it when I lived at home. I usually threw it in braids or a bun since I was a tomboy and was happy until I was sixteen or so.
My mom then said I could straighten it if I wanted to, but still no dye.
And as for haircuts, I’ve cut my own hair since I was 16 also.