Long Hair Don't Care

Fact: I hate having my hair up. It’s almost a problem. Honestly.

Freshman year, on a cold Friday night during gymnastics at The Edge, I realize how much I hate having my hair in ponytails, braids, buns, and everything else that involves my hair being pulled back and out of my face. Whichever it is, I despise it. It’s just so uncomfortable.

I stretch out on the crimson cheer mats and do some handstands to warm up. I’m ready to practice my back walkovers. Corey, the gymnastics instructor, calls me over and there I am ready to go. With Corey spotting me, I do a few back walkovers pointing my toes, arching my back in three places, when he lets out an overly dramatic sigh.

“Holly, you have to put your hair up.”

I give him the classic ‘you have got to be kidding me’ look (you know, the raised eyebrows and wide eyes. The one you use when your siblings are being completely ridiculous, hence why I am so good at it.) before I start complaining.

“I really don’t want to.”

“I know, but you look like Cousin It,” he says.

At this comment, I burst out laughing. I know I look like Cousin It, with my hair flying in my face constantly and having to flip it out of the way over and over, because I had been told this multiple times before by various people. It’s not news to me. Truth be told, I really don’t care what I look like as long as I don’t have to tie my hair back.

Reluctantly I pull my sleek, dark hair up into a tight high ponytail; annoyed.

“That’s better,” Corey said with a smirk, because he knew he won.

Not to me.

This is the first of many times my lack of motivation to put my hair up has caused me some problems in cheer and color guard. In the end, I always have to get my hair up into a ponytail or bun, but let me assure you, I am quick to let my hair down around my shoulders at the first opportunity I can find. Because, in all honesty, long hair just really doesn’t care.

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