🇬🇧 Hairvolution

My hair is naturally black, heavy and straight. During my adolescence it was a kind of curtain that helped me to hide my face. My family used to say I was ugly and as I saw nothing wrong with my body, the insecurities went all to my face. I imagined it was my face the ugly part of me.

Once I was watching the news on TV and the journalist, Fatima Bernardes, had a short haircut I considered very charming. I said I’d love to have a haircut like that. My aunt, who was sat close to me, told me the only beautiful thing about me was my hair, and completed “if you cut your hair, what will remain?”.

My hair was always the same thing. I couldn’t style it because it was as if it had a life not commanded by my will. Once, a friend of my mother invited us to her wedding. I spent all the afternoon with the hairstylist to style my long hair to the celebration. He used lots of powerful products to make my hair curly for the wedding. I left the place only to dress myself and go to the church. It was a catholic wedding. In the end of the ceremony, before the party, my hair was straight again!!! And with tons of hair gel in it!!! Do you remember Harry Potter, who had his hair cut to wake up next morning with the same old haircut? Mine was quicker to return to the old style. 

Some years later I had my hair cut close to the shoulders (circa 15cm less than the normal length). It was horrible. The volume became enormous! I think volume is charming for curly hair. For straight one, mine was good as it was in the normal length. Then I left it grow. The hairstylist who cut was tenant of my grandmother. I imagine she asked him to do the worst thing he could. Even when I cut my hair alone by the first time and without technical knowledge or proper scissors, eleven years ago, it wasn’t so horrible.

I must say my hair never covered my breast. I kept it long but longer than this it was terrible to detangle it.

One day I saw a girl with a beautiful red hair walking downtown in Uberlândia. For some things I’m shy, but never to go after a goal. I wanted that colour. Then I approached her, told her that colour was amazing and asked her how I could find it. She answered and as it was a product found in any drugstore or supermarket I entered one close to where we was and bought it. Of course the result was a dark red, but it was beautiful and I felt happy.

Some years later I tried short hair by the first time. It wasn’t bad. So I kept it and continued changing the haircut since then. It’s curious that my last long haircut was inspired in a cover of Vogue Magazine and the hairstylist made it perfectly. Probably this was the reason I trusted him to try what I really wanted.

In Porto Alegre and Curitiba I found hairstylists with the help of a Orkut community, but although my hairstylist in Curitiba was the best I had, I decided to try to cut my hair by myself. Hair in my nape bother me a lot. First trials I used the same scissors I use to make clothes. The finishing was rough. But I liked that and adopted as a style. Later I bought a machine and scissors to cut it shorter, keeping the asymmetries. This time I was already using natural shades of red hair, bleaching the hair and soon I started to use semi permanent colours, starting with violet and green.

I wanted to create a violet hair with green dots, but I didn’t have such a patience.

Since then I tried many things regarding semi permanent colours. With them I use my hair as a painter use the screen, not as a paint frame. I’ve seen many ideas like this since then, as I manage a page about short hair at Facebook. Some are beautiful, some are vulgar. It’s nice to have options and to choose some elegant ways to be outstanding. And I think to use myself to try new possibilities is inspiring for my readers and followers, because I’m a style consultant who encourages elegant authenticity.

Nycka, the nomad