Shear Magic & Confidence

The B A N G

d a r a h   w e l c h  |  pc 14

screen-shot-2017-02-21-at-9-54-25-pmGrowing up I learned that a woman’s hair is her crowning glory. While some take this statement and turn it into quirky hair colors and pixie cuts, I don’t usually make such extreme changes because I’m not as ~edgy~ as some of our braver chapter members. Usually I’ll go for a nice chop, but this last cut I opted to keep the long hair and I tried something many left behind in kindergarten: bangs. I thought about it for a solid month and then finally did the dang thing. Right before I went to my girl, Dede,(shoutout to the best hairstylist in the land) a fear arose in me that I would actually look like my fresh-faced, five-year-old self. But alas, Dede worked her “shear” magic and gave me exactly what I hoped for. At first the bangs were super poofy and I looked vaguely like Velma from Scooby Doo, but after the first wash they became a part of my identity. This haircut–surprisingly–revolutionized my perspective on life. Spontaneously changing something about yourself (even if it isn’t cosmetic like hair) can really be empowering. While routine can be comfortable, stepping outside of your comfort zone to do something different can grow you into a more poised and confident person. Chop chop, girly pops!

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I grew up hating my long, mane-like curly locks. I remember I would cry to my mom during hot days out, when my frizzy mess of an afro would stick to every part of my neck and body. Since then, it’s definitely tamed down, but during the end my sophomore year of high school, I decided to chop ten inches off. Since then, my haircuts have been pretty much mainstream–until this past winter break–when I had the spontaneous decision to get bangs. I’m not really sure what exactly prompted me to do this, especially because my hair doesn’t necessarily work with the bang-look naturally, as it is still super curly and a frizzed mess. Regardless, after a night spent strolling through Pinterest inspirations, I went into the hair salon and told the hairdresser to “just do it”. I had told no one of my decision, and although my parents and sister were initially shocked, everyone gave me so much positive feedback. This in turn gave me confidence.  And it all worked out so well (I sit here typing this as I look like Coconut Head from Ned’s Declassified) but it was truly an empowering feeling, and I advise anyone looking to change it up to try something edgy as well 😉


The C H O P !


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I usually cut my hair drastically every two years.  I cut it to my shoulders and then let it get pretty long.  My last chop was in the middle of freshman year, so I was definitely ready for a change in October.  I don’t have a specific stylist and I usually find someone random on the day I feel the need to get it cut.  I made the appointment the morning of and took plenty of screenshots of hairstyles I wanted to imitate.  My hair stylist was super chatty and kept reminding me to tell all of my friends, especially fraternity boys, to come and visit her.  She cut and talked for probably an hour and I kept wondering if I had any hair left to cut.  When she was done I saw that it was really short compared to what I had wanted.  I got to the car and immediately called my mom crying—typical.  I came back to the house with a bag full of my hair and puffy eyes.  So many of my friends hugged me and told me how great it looked—pathetic I know.  After a couple of weeks, I was used to the new cut and sent the rest of my hair to a donation drive.  Knowing that someone will one day feel a little more confident during a rough time made my personal disappointment so small and insignificant!  I love having short hair and am already ready for another cut.  Cutting my hair made me thankful for friends who turned a frustrating experience into a fun day and for the opportunity to bring someone else joy when they need it most.


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img_9393-jpgAbout two and a half weeks ago, I’d finally had enough of my super long locks and decided to go for a big chop.  Unlike my usual self, who contemplates any decision for what seems like years, I made up my mind and went for it pretty quickly with the help of my sisters. After chapter on Monday I showed a few girls my pin-spiration and was met with nothing but positive “go for it” encouragements.  I returned to the house on Friday morning with hair 10 inches shorter (on it’s way to Pantene Beautiful Lengths, of course), where everyone complimented my new short ‘do and reaffirmed my choice.
While there are a number of reasons I cut my hair, I think the biggest one is that I felt like needed to shake things up a bit.  It’s counterintuitive – but also equally awesome – that the people who encouraged the change are the same people who are the biggest constants in my life: my KD sisters.

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Going into this semester, I was in desperate need of a new start. I was coming off of a fun break but felt completely lost about what I wanted out of both college and my future career. So, I decided to throw myself into this campus. I started planning a fundraiser for the SAFE alliance, a domestic abuse center in Austin. I joined another organization on campus and I started making more time for myself. But still, I felt like something was missing. I wanted to do something drastic that would kick me out of my rut and give me an instant boost of confidence. And with that I booked an appointment for the big chop. I showed up ready to cut off about 6 inches but my hairdresser said that if I cut 8 inches I could donate it. Minutes later more than half of my hair was elastic wrapped and ready to be sent to Locks of Love. It was one of the most terrifying and liberating moments I’ve ever experienced. fullsizerender-2I was channeling my inner 2007 Britney Spears but in a much more elegant mid-college crisis way. And believe it or not, it seemed to work. What surprised me the most about this experience was the overwhelming support that I received. Later that night after the cut, we had a date event and I can’t even remember how many people ran up to me screaming about how much they loved my hair. I felt so loved by my friends and was overwhelmingly happy with the new do. So, my advice is if you ever are feeling a little lost, take control of what little you actually have control over in your life. Even if it is something as simple as the length of your hair.


The C O L O R

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I have been hair obsessed for as long as I can remember. In middle school, I cut my own bangs and I was always the girl with crazy hair-dos. I’m also frequently asked by my friends to give them haircuts or braid their hair. Last year I actually chopped off 9 inches or so of my little’s hair in my room at the KD house! Anything hair related has always been such a hobby of mine and I actually plan on going to cosmetology school sometime after college! But anyways, I have always wanted to dye the ends of my hair a color and randomly just decided to go for it. img_5477-jpg-1I’m such a bad influence and I of course convinced my KD sister, Mia to do it with me. I was too afraid of what my parents would say so I didn’t ask them and Mia and I dyed our hair pink and purple on a whim. As I was rubbing in the purple dye, there were multiple panic attacks about what my parents would think and if it would turn out looking awful. It ended up being a lot brighter than I was planning, but as soon as I dried all of my hair, I was obsessed. I had never felt more like myself than I did with purple hair. And everyone was so supportive of it (including my parents!!) Dying my hair purple was so empowering and the most “rebellious” thing I’ve ever done. Right now I’m letting the purple fade out and will go back to blonde while I search for an internship, but I would do it again in a heartbeat! Maybe next time I’ll go blue! 

and the I N  B E T W E E N


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If ignorance is bliss, I felt pretty blissful as my friend, Evana, and I bleached and dyed our hair on a whim in Kappa Delta’s community bathroom. There’s nothing that screams ‘amateur beauty school drop outs’ like buying $3 lavender hair dye from Sally’s and wearing a trash bag in the hopes of saving our XL t-shirts. While I’d like to say that I’ve always been this adventurous with my hair, the first time I changed my look in the slightest was when I embraced the college cut right before starting freshman year. Old Leslie lived, never doing anything to her long and natural hair (besides the routine trim). Curling it for a nice occasion was the most exciting way it was ever styled. And while I loved having this youthful cut, I wanted something different for college… which brought me to my hairdresser two days before recruitment. I’d like to say that I was totally on board to chop off 7 inches of my hair, but that would be a lie. img_0359However, getting a collarbone-length cut gave me a newfound confidence that I hadn’t experienced in awhile; I felt lighter, not only because 7 inches of my hair was missing, but also because I did something adventurous, and let loose. Since then, I’ve cut my hair shorter and shorter, and it now sits slightly below my chin. It feels more like me, and now, I can’t picture myself without this haircut. Cutting my hair made me want to try even more things, which is why I agreed to lighten my hair, and dye the bottom lavender a few months ago… well we attempted the lavender but then again, $3.00 hair dye will only take you so far. Nonetheless, being blonde has made me feel bolder and braver. Spontaneous decisions like these have made me realize that this is the time to experiment-to figure out what we like and what we don’t like. Every time someone came into the community bathroom that night as Evana bleached my hair and gave me a tin foil do, we justified our decision with YOYO, You’re Only Young Once, a motto that we continue to use in other endeavors. Who knows… I may just try something new again.


Note from the Editor:

So, in case you didn’t catch on, confidence is something Kappa Delta places a huge emphasis on. It is sort of the symbolical umbrella that unites all of our philanthropic work, and is the literal theme that we instill in our members and others around us. We do this because self-confidence is so important, and it is often reliant on external sources, in this case: hair. I chose to focus on this topic because I have recently done some experimentation on my own hair by doing all of the things I was told to never do with curly locks. In the last few months I have *attempted* to dye it pink with Leslie, cut it above my shoulders after getting that professionally fixed, and a few weeks ago I gave myself fringe bangs after watching a few youtube tutorials. I think my mom still thinks I’m going to come home with a shaved head. But all jokes aside (@mom), this process has allowed me to figure out how to identify myself as “me” without these external factors that I have constantly relied on my whole life. I have discovered different facets of myself, along with a sparkling new confidence and I find it interesting that this (and our chapter’s mutual obsession with Pinterest) was a commonality between all of these other women who have done something drastic to their locks in the past few months. Nonetheless! I hope you enjoyed this post, and as always, go confidently!

-Evana Flores | PC 15


One Comment Add yours

  1. Verna Robertson says:

    Love, love this. I think the Lord gave us hair just to bedevil us. Keep the confidence!

    Sent from my iPhone



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