My dad and I used to have an agreement. He paid for my trips to the stylist of my choice, and I would not cut my hair. At the time, it was a great deal. Then I went natural.
My first Big Chop caused a stir. My dad took offense, and my mom all but guaranteed it would look a mess. Two short years later, as my afro flourished, they had a change of heart. My dad admired my natural hair and my mom admonished relaxing it.
I've cut my hair a few times since the initial BC, so I expected composed reactions to my newest cut. They were restrained alright. 😩 My dad said "You look like me." My mom said "It's really short." I considered swiping end call. 😂😂😂 (Of course, I didn't.)
Where were the compliments!?
I sulked. Somehow they both forgot to mention how much they loved my hair. I twirled a baby curl around my finger and began questioning my hair decision. I stood in front of a mirror, attempting sultry faces. I stopped, realizing I looked silly, and carried on with my day. Even when the style I choose is not the style they prefer, I'm always the daughter they love. With that thought all was forgiven.
Rather compliments are bountiful or scarce, you should not waiver on a decision you feel good about. Our partners, parents, family, and friends have a right not to like our choices. Our loved ones support is not negated by the absence of admiration.
P.S.
These photos show the hair they want, the hair they got, and the daughter they love. They perfectly capture us. 🖤
