"Hey, Daph, let me fix your hair for your senior picture," my sister said as she fiddled with my fuzzy mop.
"Really? I just did. I'm ready."
Let it be known that I am not, have never been, and never will be a girl that knows how to make her hair look awesome.
"Come on. I will make it look nice," she pleaded.
Now, Chris, on the other hand, always knew how to work hair. She was the hair and makeup girl in the family. Not me. Nope. Never.
"Alright. Fine," I not-so-willingly agreed.
Honestly, I was nervous. Wondering what the other kids at school would think. My hair looking styled, instead of an unkempt frizz-ball. But I figured what the heck, why not? you only live once, right?
Chris worked my hair. Styled it. Smoothed it out. Added a bit of soft curl. Parted it just right.
Made. It. Look. Good.
"Oh, I think you are going to like it. Your hair looks so pretty." She looked proud of her work.
I looked in the mirror. It did look nice. But it didn't look like me. Not the me I was used to. My hair looked too perfect. Too smooth. Too focused on.
"Sorry, Chris. But I don't want to take my picture with this hair style."
I could see I hurt her feelings.
Pictures were going to be taken within the next few hours.
I washed my hair, again. I needed to restore it to my normal fuzzy at the bottom less so at the top texture.
"O.K." my sister responded to my freshly washed and wildly dried hair. "At least you pulled the top portion back. Makes it look better."
"Yep. Now I am definitely ready to have my picture taken," I stated, firmly, as I walked out the front door.
"Really? I just did. I'm ready."
Let it be known that I am not, have never been, and never will be a girl that knows how to make her hair look awesome.
"Come on. I will make it look nice," she pleaded.
Now, Chris, on the other hand, always knew how to work hair. She was the hair and makeup girl in the family. Not me. Nope. Never.
"Alright. Fine," I not-so-willingly agreed.
Honestly, I was nervous. Wondering what the other kids at school would think. My hair looking styled, instead of an unkempt frizz-ball. But I figured what the heck, why not? you only live once, right?
Chris worked my hair. Styled it. Smoothed it out. Added a bit of soft curl. Parted it just right.
Made. It. Look. Good.
"Oh, I think you are going to like it. Your hair looks so pretty." She looked proud of her work.
I looked in the mirror. It did look nice. But it didn't look like me. Not the me I was used to. My hair looked too perfect. Too smooth. Too focused on.
"Sorry, Chris. But I don't want to take my picture with this hair style."
I could see I hurt her feelings.
Pictures were going to be taken within the next few hours.
I washed my hair, again. I needed to restore it to my normal fuzzy at the bottom less so at the top texture."O.K." my sister responded to my freshly washed and wildly dried hair. "At least you pulled the top portion back. Makes it look better."
"Yep. Now I am definitely ready to have my picture taken," I stated, firmly, as I walked out the front door.
I always wanted a sister! I didn't ever get into being girly until a few years ago. For one thing, I just didn't get how to and another thing, I was always too busy (like from birth until way after college). I had some pretty crazy looking high school and college yearbook pics!! ;)
ReplyDeleteI remember that girl - and that hair!
ReplyDeleteYour hair looks nice here what are you talking about? Must be a different gal though because this senior has brown hair.
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What a fun picture, and adventure through the halls of memories. I can still remember your hair from... dare I say it... 2nd grade! :-) Thanks for making me smile!
ReplyDeleteHey you looked great.Yes unless you feel comfortable what is the point doing it?
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What I take from this post is a young girl with an amazing sense of self. No wonder you are able to stand on your own two feet as you are now!
ReplyDeleteIn high school, I wanted to be what everyone else thought looked good. I had no idea who I was. That took some time.
I think it looks gorgeous and I agree with the above comments, in high school, I don't think I had a clue who I was.
ReplyDeleteAmazing -- your sense of independence!
ReplyDeleteYou were (and are!) beautiful. I had wild curls when everyone I knew seemed to be able to sport The Farrah or Cher's sleek long locks. Square peg, for sure.
ReplyDeleteLovely photo :o) Highschool is a terrible time for one's appearance! I avoided the camera at all costs...I never knew how to do my hair either (still don't!) But I think you look great in the photo! Nice to be able to look back and have these memories :o)
ReplyDeleteI had a roommate in college who used to try and make me over all the time and EVERY time I ended up looking like an oompa loompa drag queen. Haha, just stick with what makes you feel like you I say ;) Oh and pretty picture!
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My sister did exactly the same thing...I was not nearly as cooperative. She and my mother literally held me down. My senior hair resembled someone else's hair and looked NOTHING like I wore it. My sis and I still laugh about it today.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I have any 2 pictures with the same hairstyle - always was one for trying new things. hehe For some reason I let a beautician do my hair for senior pics. Talk about BIG hair! My hair never looked like that before or after! LOL! You were beautiful then and still are.
ReplyDeletethanks for the compliments, everyone...
ReplyDeletein the end, i wish i would have stayed with my sister's style... i look at the picture occasionally and wish i would have just had the 'guts' to do something out of character - (so, for those of you that think i was being independent, not following the crowd - it was more about worrying way too much, feeling way too insecure about how i presented myself)...
That's interesting that what you felt was insecurity about how others perceived you but, when it came right down to it, the person who got her picture taken was as you were - as you saw yourself - and not someone else's idea of what was beautiful.
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