Two weeks ago I went to my hairdresser with a photo of Victoria Beckham's new do; the Pixie. Once I saw it, I knew that it would motivate me to finally get rid of that annoying wig. I was now anxious to see how everybody would react to my "cutting all my hair off."
I didn't wait until the next Monday (as originally planned) to do so. So Friday, October 3rd, I finally exposed my newly grown coif to all my clients. Since then I've gotten, "I love it!" and "Why?!". But my most memorable will have to be that sympathetic smile. She knew what was going on with me when others seemed to be clueless.
A few months ago, a client came in to make a payment. The receptionist was at lunch, so I went over to help her. The first thing she asks me if I'm wearing a wig. Nervously I respond, "Why?" "Because it looks like it." She was just that blunt. Some people are like that. They just weren't taught to be any other way. The only thing I could say to her was "Oh." So when she came in that Friday, I was really nervous to hear what she'd say. So I made myself look busy so that I wouldn't have to face her. As she sat at my co-worker's desk, I could feel her eyes on me. Sure enough, there she sat smiling at me, knowingly. She was happy to see that I was doing good. I, on the hand, wanted to cry. She knew my secret.
I was just so scared of people knowing the truth. I didn't want to feel their pity. I didn't want to be treated any different. I was still me, after all.
It worked. I've shocked lots with my drastic short do. And I have Posh to thank.
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