Kristina's+Memoir

The shiny metal scissors entered a proximity so close to my neck it frightened me! A tiny bead of salty water dripped down the left side of my quivering lip. “NO! STOP PLEASE! DON’T DO IT! My head screamed in echo but my mouth would not open to let the desperate cries out into the open world. The scissors were right there next to my neck and then......! I shot up in bed, out of breath and sweating under my pink floral comforter. This dream taunted me for months, almost as much as the biggest decision I ever had to face. I argued with myself day and night over this and it was a never ending pit that kept changing in every which way! I know I want to make a change but I’m definitly not sure if THIS was the way to do it! As I flip my dirty blonde pony tail, I say to myself this will NOT be as easy as picking a type of cereal for breakfast!

There, sitting in the car, I anxiously await my turtle like mother to enter the scarlet Malibu’s driver seat. Finalising my decision for the hinder-most time I took a long deep breath as the ignition started and my mother and I take off.

It took about fifteen minutes to get to the satanic place in my dreams as the car came to an complete halt. I reluctantly opened the door thinking of the thousands of outcomes that could come out of this! All these outcomes seemed to go straight from my head draining to the block in my twisted stomach. Suddenly feeling nauseous,I almost drop to my knee’s but manage to pick myself up and into the peach colored building.

Opening the heavy glass doors the smell of hairspray and the sounds of blow dryers congested the air. Taking a seat in the minuscule waiting area, my heart pounds as I talk to my mother about my frightening decision to change a lot of lives.

It was my time. After my dirty blonde hair was violently washed, I take a chair and politely greet my frequent hair dresser. I told her everything about my choice. She agreed and pulled out a titanic scissor, much like the one in the echoed dream, out of a secret drawer attached to the bottom on the vanity. My heart was pounding and my eyes were shut tight trying not to focus on what was about to dramatically change my life. The hairdresser, grasping my dripping wet pony tail as the monstrous scissors come closer it snips off 13 inches of the golden brown thick locks. I cautiously open my eyes. First the left then the right. Astonished at both the look AND feel was so crazy... I LOVED IT! Handed to me was my once pony tail that knew would change one little girls life. Looking back into the reflective glass I ran my black painted nail stubs through my now short frizzy hair. Letting out a huge smile I knew I changed a life forever.