I could have my hair really short. I didn’t have to wear dresses, I could wear baggy old T-shirts and ripped trousers and monkey boots and I was desirable to boys that were into the same stuff.
The beautiful uncut hair of graves.
I’ve been going bald since I was about 17. I’m still hanging on to my hair for dear life, but I do sometimes wonder – should I get a wig?
If I don’t get food in my mouth, I’m still happy. If my pants are round my ankles, as long as I don’t get arrested for indecent exposure, I’m happy. I’m worried about keeping my hair, not how it’s combed.
Whenever someone says something to me like ‘Oh, another blonde at ESPN,’ I would like to crunch the numbers. First, I think we have more brunettes than blondes. And second, there are only three normal hair colors. You’re either a redhead, brunette, or blonde. It’s really not that complicated.
I would miss months of school and then return with bright blond hair. Needless to say, there was bullying. I wasn’t beaten up daily, but there was name-calling and jealousy. You have to bear in mind that ‘Harry Potter’ wasn’t cool. I wasn’t part of the ‘Terminator’ franchise.
Tell me, when do you become a respectable person in society? When you start respecting yourself. That is when you take care of yourself, that is when you comb your hair, groom yourself, and cleanse your body. You do all this because you respect yourself.
I’d love to have time to do my hair, honestly. I’d love to be Victoria Beckham just for one day – to look that good. But I can’t.
For years I had my hair parted down the middle in a ponytail, tucked down around the sides… Well, I went and cut the bangs, and I’ve been wearing them ever since. They say it’s my trademark.
I am Armenian, so of course I am obsessed with laser hair removal! Arms, bikini, legs, underarms… my entire body is hairless.
It’s a hard thing to age a character because you can’t really suddenly give someone gray hair.
If I look in the mirror when I get up or before going to bed at night, I see a man of average ugliness with stubble, an unruly mane of hair, a squint nose, slightly protruding ears, and bags under my eyes. But I also see a man who’s completely happy with the figure staring back at him.
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Hair is a beautiful form of self-expression.
I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and my eyes, like the sherry in the glass, that the guest leaves.
In high school, I was so painfully self-aware that how I thought of myself was probably very different from what other people thought of me. I thought of myself as just painfully awkward and dorky. I had a lot of hair and was kind of weird. I sang a lot in the hallways.
I got a feeling I had loads when I was in primary school, ’cause I had red hair; you know, like Duracell.
Beauty is about perception, not about make-up. I think the beginning of all beauty is knowing and liking oneself. You can’t put on make-up, or dress yourself, or do you hair with any sort of fun or joy if you’re doing it from a position of correction.
I do not do extensions, because it damages your real hair. So I will keep on wearing my wigs until the day I decide it’s time to move on.
Why is there such vanity about hair? I make a point to bathe. I worry about boogers in my nose, and I ask the makeup artist to cover up my pimples, but beyond that, I try not to be too vain.
I cut off my dreadlocks, but I couldn’t face throwing them away. They were so hard to grow, man. There’s a lot of work goes into those things. Some people keep a diary or a photo album to remind them of their past lives – well, I’ve got hair. Who knows? One day, maybe my grandchildren might want to see it.
The first time Stuart Broad walked into the dressing room, with his flowing blond hair, striking blue eyes and perfect figure, I thought: ‘My God, she’s beautiful.’
So one day, in a fit of trying to do something different, I just dyed my hair dark brown and got my first role a week later, after which I thought: ‘People are closed-minded, man! Like a different hair colour changes everything!’
I always enjoyed school, and I enjoyed being focused on learning – and I know that sounds nerdy, but there were so many wonderful elements of going to school with just girls. I wouldn’t brush my hair.
I was roundly criticized for being in and around rock & roll music at its inception. It was the devil’s music: it would make your teeth fall out and your hair turn blue, whatever the hell. You get through that.
I mean, any time an actress gets to work with another actress, it’s like, ‘Oh, there are two of us in a movie! How are you? Let’s sit in the hair chair together!’ We’re lonely women.
I feel the most confident when I’m comfortable in workout clothes with my hair up in a ponytail.
I at least have to cut my hair. I can’t do the whole man bun, funky long hair thing anymore.
There’s part of our culture where uniqueness is celebrated and appreciated and another part of our culture where this one way to be – one color hair, one sized breasts, one kind of nose – that’s also front and center.
The first time I wore a head scarf, I was 16. I looked and felt like a nun. I missed the wind in my hair. For me, it was not a comfortable thing to wear.
My fashion philosophy is, if you’re not covered in dog hair, your life is empty.
Too bad that all the people who know how to run the country are busy driving taxicabs and cutting hair.
When I was 10, I had dyed red hair, and I used to paint my nails – I think my mum secretly loved it.
The first thing that matters: I am a child of the eighties. I grew up in a neon wonderland of talking horses, compassionate bears, hair that didn’t move in a stiff wind, and the constant threat of nuclear war.
I love dressing up. But I’m very low-maintenance; the week before an event, I’ll choose something as quickly as possible and that’s that. If I can do my own hair and make-up, even better. I like it to be fun.
You look at women at the Republican convention and women at the Democratic convention. Republicans have a certain aesthetic beauty that involves more makeup, bigger hair, more lurid outfits.
I was getting frustrated with America. It’s interesting how as simple a thing as, like, letting your hair grow longer changed in the world in those days.
Sisters are always drying their hair. Locked into rooms, alone, they pose at the mirror, shoulders bare, trying this way and that their hair, or fly importunate down the stair to answer the telephone.
But, you know, the Stones were my opening act in the Sixties. I loved those British guys, the way they just stood there and shook their hair.
Hair is also a problem. I remember once, when I was reporting from Beirut at the height of the civil war, someone wrote in to the BBC complaining about my appearance.
The name of my condition is Cartilage Hair Syndrome Hypoplasia, but you can just call me Billy.
In France, successive waves of Gaul, Visigoth, and Frank have swept over the land and have dominated it. But the fair hair and blue eyes and the clear skin of the conquering races have been submerged by the rising and overflow of the dusky blood of the original population.
Every few years, I change my look for the simple reason that I get bored. If you Google Image me, you will see so many different looks: long hair, short hair, clean shaven, beard, etc.
I have crazy eyebrows, so it’s crucial to tame them. Just like your hair, they set off your features.
Whether or not cutting my hair was the right decision, it empowered me.
There is a misconception that young Muslim women are oppressed. That simply isn’t the case. I choose to dress modestly and choose to cover my hair with a hijab; not all Muslim women make that choice, and that’s okay. We are all different!
I was going to buy a book on hair loss, but the pages kept falling out.
I say never trust a man who combs his hair so as to cover his shiny dome and then flaunts a wife young enough to be his daughter. Oh, Trump has issues all right.
The short hair fits my personality more. I think maybe, with long hair, it was a role – I was playing dress-up a bit.
I think Charles Manson was a hair’s breath away from just being a terrorist. He wanted to start a war, too.
The American Race is marked by a brown complexion; long, black, lank hair; and deficient beard.
When a woman isn’t beautiful, people always say, ‘You have lovely eyes, you have lovely hair.’
I love my job. But I like to have fun at work. So I don’t get finicky if one strand of hair is standing out in a shot. I don’t get finicky about broken nails. I don’t let small things affect me. I’m not perfect. Nobody is. There’s no fun in being perfect. I enjoy my work; there’s no pressure on me.
Yes, exercise is the catalyst. That’s what makes everything happen: your digestion, your elimination, your sex life, your skin, hair, everything about you depends on circulation. And how do you increase circulation?
If they ever do my life story, whoever plays me needs lots of hair color and high heels.
