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When I first told my mom I would cut my hair short, I was grounded for a month. But I took my decision when I went to college. My family went crazy, shaking their heads, saying that I looked 'handsome' & no boy would ever want me.
When I first told my mom I would cut my hair short, I was grounded for a month. But I took my decision when I went to college. My family went crazy, shaking their heads, saying that I looked ‘handsome’ & no boy would ever want me.
I loved my long curls till 7th grade. But in my teenage days I was influenced by Backstreet Boys and Maroon 5. I would get excited looking at their cool hair. When I went to college, I did the unthinkable. I cut my hair short, in a buzzcut, and shocked my family!
When I was younger, black silky curls till my shoulders with a fringe three centimetre long, made my Barbie doll resemblance more appreciable. It often caught the attention of every single visitor. When I would be roaming around the dining hall, setting the table, they would remark, “Oh, what a cutie pie!”
The lyrics of Ae Dil Hai Mushkil’s hit track would come running to my mind. How exhaustingly cliched it was, for a fifteen-year-old to hear that!
Yet more of an irony when she looked like a sassy anime villain instead.
I hadn’t been planning on this. It was the women of my household who had had enough of tomboy looks on me, common styles that they preferred during kindergarten and middle school.
For the fact, I had always wanted long curls until seventh grade. However, my teenage days had been a bombardment of Backstreet Boys and Maroon 5, pop-rock genres flooding my playlists, alongside a photo gallery buried in their screenshots.
Unlike the giggly best friends whose eyes kissed abs and muscles, my hormones got excited at the sight of their hair- sunny gold, paddy green, royal blue, styled up in thick exhilarating colours and varieties.
Slowly and stealthily, I began to yearn for that kind of hair, thinking of how exotic it would look on me.
“You wanna look handsome?!” My granny fell from her chair when she heard of my plans to cut my hair short.
Since the household scared me out of my wits, I tried to research on girl groups. Like my cousin from Australia had remarked, “If you be more of a girl, they might let you be anything!”
Talking about short hair during every bit of conversation became my habit, except it ended in a war of words. Every single desi aunt cut me down with the banality, “Every lady needs long hair for a good marriage.” Period.
I still recall my first heated argument with mother to get bushy blonde hair up to my ears, stating that would be more of a girl hairstyle than a boy’s. But I was grounded for a month.
In high school, I was sick of tending to my hair, which swam till my buttocks. Apart from clearing the knots every day, shampooing and conditioning became a tough job. Not only did I had to clean them, but also leave them to dry for an hour, like my panties on the rug line.
So, when I left for college, I made my decision. No more of this and that. One early Sunday morning, I walked to the barbershop across the highway.
Strangely enough, at one glance, the barber went, “A buzzcut would rock on you!”
It was a bit of a shock to find the typical Justin Timberlake look suit me so much! Never in my life had I imagined that a day would come, when I would pay for a zero blade or a tattoo behind my head.
My family? They did go crazy at the sight of me, shaking their heads. They concluded that no boy would ever want me. But thanks to my doing, I won his heart ten years back, when he craved the same haircut as mine!!
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UP Boards Topper Prachi Nigam was trolled on social media for her facial hair; our obsession with appearance is harsh on young minds.
Prachi Nigam’s photo has been doing the rounds on social media for the right reasons. Well, scratch that- I wish the above statement were true. This 15-year-old girl should ideally be revelling in her spectacular achievement of scoring a whopping 98.05% and topping her tenth-grade boards. But oddly enough, along with her marks, it’s something else that garners more attention – her facial hair.
While the trolls are driving themselves giddy by mocking this girl who hasn’t even completed her school yet, the ones who are taking her side are going one step ahead – they are sharing her photoshopped pictures, sans the facial hair, looking nothing less than a celebrity with captions saying – “Prachi Nigam, ten years later”.
Doctors have already diagnosed her with PCOD in their comments, based on photographic evidence. While we have names for people shamed for their weight – body shaming, for their skin colour- racism, for their age- age shaming, for being a female- sexism, this category of shaming where one faces criticism for their appearance has no name. With that, it also has zero shame attached to it.
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