The History of My Hair: A Timeline

As a very young child, I had the kind of hair I dream about having now: soft, flowing light brown curls with streaks of gold that just skimmed the shoulders. This ideal state was not to last: At four, I discovered scissors. My sister showed me how to cut paper, and soon thereafter I decided to try out my new skill — on my hair. When no one was looking, I chopped. The result was so lopsided and awful, my Mom decided to shape it up. Inadvertently, I was transformed into a stylish preschooler with a Twiggy pixie cut.

Soon after I started first grade, another hairstyle style began to crop up: the shag. Not long, not short, just lots of layers and bangs all messily mixed together. As a child, this look appealed to me — it was not girly, not total tomboy, but somewhere in between. I bugged my Mom mercilessly to get it and finally she agreed. And I loved it.

As I got older, I continued to try every cut that was currently on-trend. During my junior year of high school, my stepmother started working as a stylist, and gave our whole family perms. Not a good look.

As a senior, along with every other girl in my class, I succumbed to winged bangs.. I made friends with a Finnish exchange student named Leena, who remarked, “In Finland, we call that ‘American hair.’“ She then innocently asked, “Why does everyone have the same hair?” I thought about it. Why, indeed.

This cut is from when I was influenced by French films. Here, I’m channeling my circa 1974 inner Isabelle Huppert.

Not Jennie Garth, not Shannen Doherty — but some zip code in between.

More than a few hairs out of place. And that’s just fine.