She’d been cutting and styling hair for the past four years. Now, she was sure she’d seen everything her profession had to offer. But then she met her.
She welcomed her into the salon with a smile, seeing another mess of hair waiting for her to conquer. But as she began listening to her story, she realized she might have bitten off more than she could chew.
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Maria started working as a hairdresser well before she finished high school. She’d always had a knack for making people smile with their looks, and with hairdressing, she could do just that. She started helping out at her aunt’s salon for a quick buck in her senior year. Going to college, she knew she wanted to focus on hairdressing, but she had no idea how much impact it would have on her life.
Two years later, Maria found employment as a hairstylist in her city. Her ultimate dream was to open her salon, where she could explore all that hairdressing had to offer. But she’d worked for four years, seeing all the good and bad that came with her profession. She was confident she’d seen it all until that fateful Saturday morning.
That Saturday was a big one for Maria and her colleagues. The salon was packed, with each stylist booked throughout the weekend. But as Maria was finishing up with one of her regulars, she noticed a teenage girl peeking through the windows. She paid her no mind, but what the girl did made Maria set aside her comb.
The girl, dressed in a pair of gray sweats and an oversized hoodie, stepped into the salon. Maria could tell she was nervous. She set her clippers aside and faced her with a smile, but the girl turned around and stormed out of the shop.
“Excuse me, Lucy,” Maria apologized to her client and weaved through the busy salon into the street.
“Hey,” she called out. The girl was almost turning a corner.
“Come back,” Maria said. The girl stopped, turning around. There was apparent fear in her eyes, and her lips trembled. She looked away from Maria.
“Please, come back,” Maria repeated, her lips curling again. “What’s your name?” Maria asked when the girl walked back to her.
The girl mumbled her name, and Maria shared hers. “Do you want to come in?” she asked. “We have milkshakes and great stories.” And although the girl nodded and entered the shop, Maria could tell she was still uneasy.
She escorted her through the many chairs, clients, and stylists. When the girl lowered her hood, Maria knew why she’d run away.
“Cut it all,” the girl said as Maria stared at her hair. It was matted and messy, with thick blobs that hadn’t seen a comb in a long while.
“Why do you want me to cut it?” Maria asked, already seeing that she’d have to clear her schedule for the rest of the day.
“Because it’s worthless,” said the girl. “I’m worthless.” Her eyes grew wet with tears. “Please, cut it all.”
“Let’s take it slow,” Maria said soothingly. “We’ll start with the comb first, really work through the motion.” She broke a sweet smile. “We’ll use the clippers as a last resort, okay?”
The girl looked at her quizzically but nodded. “Why do you care?” she asked. What she said next made Maria’s heart rip in two. “Nobody ever cares,” the girl shared.
She told Maria her life story, explaining how her mom passed away a few months past. She’d been falling apart ever since, drowning in the darkness that was seemingly ever-present in her life. There were times she felt so down, neglected, and worthless that she couldn’t even brush her hair.
But why did she wish to cut it?
“My school’s around the corner,” said the girl. She’d need a new photo for the semester and couldn’t deal with the pain of combing her hair all out.
Listening to her story broke Maria’s heart. She cleared her entire weekend, just squeezing in her clients with some colleagues. She sat with the girl throughout the day, powering through hours of combing and cleaning. Could she stop her from cutting her locks?
As the day ended, so did Maria. She turned the girl around in the mirror. They’d reduced what was once a mass of matted curls into a more manageable lump of tangled hair. The girl smiled her first smile of the day, but Maria knew they still had more work to do. She smiled back and asked the girl if she could return the next day.
Maria rarely opened the salon on Sunday mornings, but this was a special occasion. She wasn’t sure the girl would show up, but as she saw her reflection behind her, she knew. “Come in,” she chirped, ushering the girl into the salon.
The girl dressed differently than the previous day. She’d swapped her sweatpants and hoodie for a flowing blue dress, and her dark hair was free. Did she seem happier? Maria would find out.
Maria picked up where she left off with the girl’s hair. She asked her what length she was comfortable with and her preferred styles. Although the girl was reluctant to talk sometimes, Maria thought she was exciting and lovely to talk to. They spent hours together. While most of the huge blobs and matted portions of her hair had been fixed, there was still a lot of damage near the scalp. Maria frowned as she wondered how to proceed. They had made so much progress that Maria worried the girl might slip back into her sadness and feel hopeless again if she mentioned it. She came up with a plan instead.
Maria knew she had to buy some time to make sure she could come up with a better solution. If she stared at the girl’s head for too long without working, she might get suspicious. Maria’s mind raced as she tried to think of ways to prolong the situation while she could work out what to do. Since Maria knew that if she could get the girl to open up a little more, she could look for common ground with her. She desperately wanted to help her more. She took a deep breath and began asking her some questions to see how it went. Maria was itching to learn more about her. She obviously carried a lot on her shoulders, especially for someone so young. It pained Maria to know that the poor girl was going through so much.
However, Maria also had a personal reason for wanting to help. Her life hadn’t been easy either. She had grown up the hard way, with very little money. She’d grown up needing to help her mom pay the bills for herself and three siblings. Leaving school at such a young age was a difficult choice. Maria had once had dreams and ambitions but was forced to put them aside for her family.
Then things got even harder. Maria’s mother had struggled through life. She faced obstacles throughout her life. When she was just 22, Maria’s father abandoned her and the children. Her mom had found a way to keep the family afloat, often working three jobs to make ends meet. Maria was only 17 when her mom got sick. Losing her mom to illness at such a young age was the most difficult thing Maria had ever endured. It was many years ago, but she still felt the pain daily.
Maria realized now why she had felt an instant connection to the girl, and as she stared at the damaged roots of her hair, she knew she had to help her somehow. Maria changed tactics at that moment. Rather than asking the girl to open up and risk her feeling uncomfortable, Maria decided to speak about her past instead. While the girl was occupied hearing about Maria’s own tragic childhood, Maria used this time to figure out a solution for her hair.
As she spoke, an idea soon came to her. Maria realized that the last clumps of matted hair were too small and delicate to extract without hurting the girl. However, if left that way, they could also grow out and mess up her hair again. Maria knew that relaxers contained harmful chemicals. They weren’t meant to be applied directly to the scalp, so she’d have to be extremely careful.
Gathering some tools of her trade, she mixed some of the treatments and began carefully applying them to the affected areas. It was a stressful situation. Maria kept the girl engaged in conversation as she executed her plan with the delicacy of a surgeon. The relaxer worked to treat and detangle the portions of her hair that would have been too tricky to do by hand. Amazingly, after the state of her hair when she first came in, it was now completely transformed from roots to tips.
Maria told her the good news. Unexpectedly, the girl’s eyes welled up, and she began crying. Maria expected her to be happy and had no idea what was wrong. When the girl calmed down and explained, Maria was relieved. They were tears of happiness, as the girl said how grateful she was. Maria was ecstatic. She finished the last bit of the marathon job. Now that the girl’s hair was beautiful and manageable again, all that was left was the styling.
When she was done, the girl gasped with shock. Maria brought the girl a mirror. She trimmed the hair above the girl’s shoulders, curled the ends, and added slight shades of sandy brown to complement the girl’s golden bronze color. The girl ran a hand against her hair, sifting through the soft curls. Her lips curved ever so slightly, her eyes budding with tears. She looked up at Maria.
“I’ll actually smile for my school’s pictures,” she said. “You made me feel like me again.”
In the end, Maria managed to get the girl’s hair back to normal and gave her a free makeover too. Brimming with renewed confidence, she was now the star of picture day. After hearing Maria’s story, she and the girl became
close friends. Maria spoke to her boss, and they allowed her to come to the salon after school to work as an apprentice stylist. After all she had lost in life, her makeover ended up giving her new hair and a newfound hope to change her life.
