Why I love my undercut

It was the middle of summer and we were in Brooklyn. We were having brunch at a hip spot we found on Yelp, our final meal of a wonderful girl's trip to NYC. Apparently this brunch spot was owned by Heath Ledger at some point. It was bustling, adorable & delicious. 

I looked over and saw a woman seated a table across the restaurant. She reminded me... of me. Except she had an undercut. She looked awesome.

The image of the back of her head stuck in my mind as we paid for our baked grapefruit and began our ten hour drive home.

A few hours in, we stopped at Dinosaur BBQ in Syracuse. The fried chicken was a blur, because all I could think about was my future undercut. I declared to my travel buddies that this was happening. They agreed that it was a good idea.

I had weighed all the pros and cons. My thick, long hair would be less thick. The battle between bobby pins and baby hairs at the back of my head would be over. Scarves would no longer destroy the bottom half of all my up-dos. If I wanted to hide it, I could just put my hair down! Also, I'd be about 1/4 of the way to having a shaved head, which is just kinda cool.

Cons? It would be impossibletogrowoutmaybelookweirdsometimeswhateverbyeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I came home from Brooklyn, with no souvenirs except this idea in my head. I watched several swedish Youtube vids on how to administer the undercut. And then, I did it. To myself. With the help of every mirror in the house.  When it was done I freaked out more than I had anticipated. What had I done? A short time later, I calmed down and everything was okay. It was more than okay.


It's been about 6 months since I've had my undercut, and I have to say that I am loving every minute of it! Turns out I was pretty much right about all the pros and cons. What I've realized is that this is the most practical haircut I've ever had. It's great for sports, high buns, hot weather, cold weather. It just makes life with long hair easier, and I still have one serious head of hair left. High buns don't hurt my noggin anymore, and brushing huge knots out of the back of my head is less torturous. It dries faster. Also, I kind of just feel cooler. It's embarrassing to say, but I can't lie to you guys. I'm a terrible liar.

What will I do when I want to grow it out? I have no idea. It will be weird. But that's okay.

Also, I just learned how to tie my hair in a knot so that it stays in a bun with no elastic, and that's really the most important part of this post. It's just a knot on top of my head! This is some next level hair shit.


If you have an inkling to do something fun with your hair, just do it. Don't think about what anybody will think. Do it for you! You (probably) won't regret it.