Last week I was suggested by one of my friends that I urgently needed a haircut. I had no other option but to go to the parlour and my friends took me to habib's. Its a nice beauty saloon but I never found the environment comfortable. Every time I had visited it I refrained from being a customer and just waited for them. But this time,I knew I had no escape. My friend dropped me there. As soon as I entered I had a disgusted feeling. 'why couldn't she drop me at a simple parlour? ' I thought. I knew I could do nothing about it. Inside I seated on a sofa. I felt so uncomfortable. I don't know why. Actually the girls there made me feel uncomfortable. My god,they were so pretty with jet long black hair,well dressed as if going out for a party and looked so beautiful. There was a group of girls there waiting for their turn and each one was so pretty. I looked at their clothes and their sandals and their accessories. I felt so inferior. I felt as if I was not made to visit such places. I wore a very casual t shirt and a pink and gray shoes which had almost lost its pink colour and looked quite old. I tried to hide my sandals pushing my leg backward. Then I saw one of them staring at me,scanning me from top to bottom. She must have sensed my nervousness and it pained my heart to think what as she thinking of me I felt so low in confidence and so inferior that I even couldn't gather the courage to ask the receptionist about my turn.. She was surrounded by those pretty girls and I felt that when I would go and ask they would definitely laugh at me. Few minutes later,the girls left for a while and I hurriedly went up to receptionist and said that I was waiting for a haircut. She informed me that the stylist was almost done and I would be the next to have a cut. I was told to go inside and wait. Inside was even more horrendous for me. I saw pretty girls there instructing the stylist how she wanted her hair to be cut,but I didn't had any clue about it. 'how did I wanted my hair to be cut? 'I thought to myself ,sadly no reply came. Then I remembered that a friend of mine had told me that you should have your hair cut in layers starting from the chin. I repeated those lines few times so that I could sound confident when I needed to give instructions to the stylist. Soon my chance came. The stylist first shampooed my hair and then he asked,"Mam,which type of hair cut do you wish to have?" I repeated the lines I had already practised. He said,"Ok!"But then I thought do I need to pretend ? Couldn't I tell him that I didn't had much knowledge about this and so could he help me. I gathered courage and said,"Excuse me,could you please give a cut which suits my face,actually I don't have much idea about how I should keep my hair!"I must have sounded confused and different but it was his reply which made me happy. He said,"Of course,this is why I have been given this job.don't worry."He patiently cut my hair and styled it. As he finished he asked me to wear my spectacles and have a look. I wore my spectacles and saw my self ,"Was it me?" Yes it was ,he had made me look so different,I am not bluffing but I really did look pretty. I turned and said "Thanks!". He accepted it with a smile. Now when I went out to pay,I felt so confident. Those girls were still at the reception but I confidently went there and paid and talked with the receptionist. When I came out I thought what made me so confident,was it just a haircut? No,it wasn't. It was my belief in myself that I looked good. It was that I liked myself and so I thought that everyone else must be admiring me. It was because I felt good about myself that I thought everyone must be thinking good of me. I learnt that first you have to respect and love yourself only then will the others do. Don't create an environment of insecurity around yourself or feel inferior. I am what I am and I love this about me. Eventually you shall see,the world will love you too. And I thought I just went there for a haircut! !! Wink* 