"I have naturally curly hair that I've relaxed for over a decade. A friend was going natural and I wanted to join her, but in order to do so I would have to get a major cut. My boyfriend loved my long hair, so, I told my friend that I would join her in her natural hair journey...if I ever broke up with him.
"I'm not going to lie, I did cry a bit when they cut off the ponytail because I felt like I was letting go of my past. As the hairdresser was cutting off my ponytail, it felt like I was cutting him out of my life, too."
"I was in an emotionally abusive relationship for some time. I felt very defeated and angry when it ended, like somebody robbed me of my emotional energy, my time, my capacity to love. I was not going to let this continue and something within me told me I would look awesome with shorter, more badass hair."
"I found the cut to be cleansing, both emotionally and physically. It was more of a statement to myself that it's my life, my hair, and I can live by my own rules! I see myself as a strong, badass, incredible woman, and now my hair is simply a reflection of that. I learned that I am capable of."
"I don't like to talk too much about it, but to summarize it, I was becoming someone I wasn't, all to keep my partner happy. After we broke up, I stopped trying to please everyone else and decided to just do what I wanted."
"I still wear my hair short and have even shaved my head since then! Having a hairstyle that I truly enjoy boosts my confidence and makes me feel more eager to reach my goals."
"The relationship was fun and exciting. Then things got weird and I felt like I was being ghosted. Turns out, I was! He realized he had commitment issues and that was the end of it."
"Out with the old, in with the new! I didn't realize how much my old hairstyle was my comfort blanket. That hairstyle was my identity and once I changed it up a bit, it allowed me to push myself out of my comfort zone in other ways as well."
"I was so hellbent on impressing him that I'd get $20 blowouts at the Dominican salon down the block from my mom's, sacrificing the health of my hair in hopes of a compliment. By breakup time, my hair was so thin that you could see through it. At that point, I had nothing to lose."
"I was definitely that girl who cried in the chair as my hair dropped to the floor, but once my stylist spun me around (and added a few tracks to the top of my 'do for length), you couldn't tell me anything. I was still sad, but I was popping."
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