Recall a memorable hair cut or hairstyle you
have had, given, or witnessed.
Oh, this is easy!!! Hands down my most memorable hair cut happened
the summer of 1990 in New Jersey. Yes,
you read right, New Jersey. Man, was I
ever young. I was twenty-one years old
and at BASIC training for the Army. Every day for a couple of weeks, we wore our kevlar
helmet out in the heat. Now these bad
boys are heavy and hot. My hair at the
time was long. I pulled it back into a
bun with a crap ton of bobby pins. That kevlar
dug the pins into my scalp. Headaches
plagued me. Finally, we spent time at
the Commissary. I went to get my hair
cut. They couldn’t have done worse if
they had used a blunt butcher knife. My
poor hair was uneven and ugly. I called
my husband and cried.
“I look like a boy.” I felt foolish crying about something so
trivial, but it was horrible. And I must
confess, I was also very homesick.
I was horrified, but I no longer had headaches. Mission accomplished. When I came home, I had to cut it even shorter
for the choppiness of the hair to be evened up. Worst hairstyle ever.
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