When I was 10, I used to have long locks of hair, thanks to my Native American heritage. I remember my Dad used to compare me to the Biblical Samson, and once told me that, "If I ever cut my hair off, then I may lose my strength just like Samson." My Dad didn't use that to instill fear in me, but to remind me to take pride in having such long, healthy, and beautiful hair. I always wore it in a pony tail to keep it appropriate for school. Now, it seems like we could be describing a beautiful woman--although this is not the case lol.
One day, my eldest brother (who was also a barber) decided to cut my hair. It was time for a change and I knew that this would be the perfect time to go "out with the old, and in with the new." When you're in the barber's chair; it is necessary that you should NOT move while in the chair. I was an antsy, and energetic kid, so staying in one spot wasn't my forte'. All of a sudden, my brother started laughing. Uh oh. What did he do? He cut a bald spot in my head! I thought he was kidding, until it was confirmed upon my own examination.
Unfortunately, I was forced to shave my entire head bald.....leaving just the pony tail in the back (picture The Golden Child) exposed. The next day I went to school with a hat on my head-- to protect myself from ridicule from fellow students. I sat through my first class almost entirely without notice until my teacher told me to remove the hat. To my surprise there was no laughter and all my classmates actually loved the new look!
Damage control? I didn't need it. Worst haircut I ever had? Definitely yes! A big boost of confidence? I believe so lol.