I knew  as soon as the last festival was over I was going to cut my hair down into a short hairstyle.  I drove home from Eureka, CA, sat in my chair and asked for the clippers. Of course, no one wanted to give them to me cause they did not want me to cut it.  I asked Lesa to cut it, and she said “No way!” I told Jay to find the scissors, and he said he didn’t know where they were. Lesa continued by saying that if I was going to do it, then I should let a professional do it.  So the next day, I called my regular glamour beautician - Brandee at the Rare Touch in Fremont, California. I set up an appointment for today at 11:00 a.m. I am just now getting home at 4:00 p.m. and my hair looks flawless, even being short.

What I like about Brandee is that she hears me out first before she makes her moves. She did not want to cut all my hair off.  Her way of getting around it was to ask me to look at the books in her salon. I had no clue there were so many ways to get one’s hair cut in to a short style.  I looked through several books and came up with a few styles - all leading to a major hair cut.  The last time I had such a hair cut, it was when I was sick with stagnation in my body (cancer).  I went in and got it cut just before I started getting the chemotherapy treatments. I didn’t want to face it coming out naturally because of the drugs. That time I was sad and remorseful. This time I was pure happy that it was going on the floor.

Why? Because it’s liberating! 

Everyday and every time I have had to leave my house, I would have to get Lesa or Jay to pull my hair back into a ponytail, put gel gook on it, and then tie it with a rubber band. It was a big co-dependent beat down!  The reason I needed them to do it was because of my right arm  that was affected by the surgery that I had 6 years ago. Because of a condition called Lymphedema (swelling), I can only raise my arm 75 degrees high. Most people don’t recognize my disability cause I can still raise my arms to hold my microphone, play my tambourine and sing Hallelujah!  However,  I am not able to reach to the back of my head and tie my own hair. The style on the cover of my CD is totally glamour and cute. It was certainly not practical for working out, going to school, rehearsals, and other meetings.

I told Brandee that I wanted to start swimming, walking, riding my bike again without depending upon the manual dexterity of Lesa or Jay. I love them, but I don’t want to burden them with the daily grain of either homing home from work so I can go out, or waking up early so I can look presentable just to exercise.

No excuses now!

Cutting my hair is liberating! I’m Free!

I look a bit older now because I need to lose weight in my face. I will!  Hang in there with me. Transformation does not happen in a day. I’m breaking out the hoop earrings and lipstick:-) 

I am Sista Monica and I am Sistasizing!

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