I was 17, just graduated from high school, and thought I was grown. I was working in a salon as a shampoo assistant so I had the privilege of getting my hair done for free. I don’t know what I was thinking that day, I guess I just wanted something different. I told the stylist to cut my hair all off. We had already cut it the week before, slightly tapered in the back, but I just couldn’t take it. That style was too hard to manage. So we did it, the big cut. The end result was beautiful, I loved it! I felt like a new woman, well new teenager! Later that day my mom came by the salon. DON DON DON! Her face told everything, and it wasn’t happiness. I “forgot” to tell her I was cutting my hair, I really didn’t think about it. Like I said before, I thought I was grown. My mom was so mad, she barely spoke to me for a week (she likes me with long hair). My dad on the other hand, liked it, and said, “hey, it’s just hair”. He’s bald by the way, so he would be one to say that.

My mom eventually got over that cut and thinks its cute, well she had to, it’s been 6 years since that cut, many other cuts, weaves, and more cuts. I’m still short and loving it! My mom and I laugh at this story now, my HaiRazor HairStory: The BIG Cut.