THE GREAT HAIR DEBATE

Hairstyle. It's an unending discussion. What's best for your facial shape? I for one don't know the answer to that question. That's why it took me two long months of contemplation before I decided to take the scissor challenge and cut my hair. You see, I have long (I mean, waist-long) and very straight hair.
I have donned that do for 3 years, I think. I make occasional visits to the salons for hot oil and trim, but it's the same ho-hum, boring style. It's my comfort zone. It's the fuss-free hairstyle. I can even be the next shampoo commercial. I have a two-step, fool-proof hair ritual - wet hair (read: take a bath), then air-dry. I just make a pony tail for bad hair days. I have asked the what's-the-best hairstyle-for-me question a dozen of times but I think I lack the courage to really go out of my comfort zone. Then one day, it came to me, the what-the-heck moment. It's so liberating. I just got up from my chair. Did the trance walk to the salon and left it all to God. It's not a joke. I really left it to Him. I think I even said a prayer, "let this hairstylist be it." I remember her name as Patty in one of the FIX Bench Salons. I just said, "Ikaw na ang bahala." After an hour, she was happy and I was happier. My friends were so happy that I have finally made one of the most important decisions of my life. Some would call it layered with bangs. I called it divine intervention.