Today marked the second time i had to get a post-chemo hair trim. The first time was August 17. One of the HBO nurses had jokingly made a comment about how if i was going to rock a short hair cut, i needed to stay on top of it … and that led to me abruptly dropping by my friend’s salon, begging her or her employee to trim the edges in the back and around the ears. It was then that i realized – for the first time – that i could actually have a bit of fun with my hair as i endure the arduously long process of growing it out.
Having short hair also taught me something i didn’t know about myself.
“Dos remolinos! Now it all makes sense!”
A friend was looking at the back of my head and noticed something that decades of long hair had kept hidden: two whorls (a.k.a. “swirls,” “cowlicks,” or [as some Spanish-speaking people refer to them] “remolinos”).
Apparently, some cultures believe that babies born with two whorls are going to be troublesome and problematic.
Hm. No surprise there, i guess … but i wasn’t aware there was physical evidence on my body proving this!
Fast forward to today, and i am sitting down in Melinda’s chair, about to get my second post-chemo haircut. Her usual question of “So, what are you thinking we should do today?” now takes on a whole new level of uncertainty. I have spent my entire adult life swearing i would never succumb to the lesbian stereotype of short haircuts … and now here i was, being asked what kind of style i wanted for hair that’s only about an inch long. I didn’t have a clue how to answer her.
Thank you, Pinterest.