Why Do I Lie and Say “I Love It” Every Time?”
A Salon Confession Brought to You by Someone Who Should Really Stop Lying to Their Stylist
Every time I book a hair appointment using the RSViP Booking App, I make myself the same promise:
“This time, I will be honest. If I don’t like the hair… I’ll SAY something.”
And every time, without fail, I walk out of the salon looking like a witness in a hair-related crime, saying:
“OMG I LOVE IT!”
While internally filing a missing person’s report for my edges, my color, and my dignity.
The Appointment Starts With Confidence
RSViP makes booking so easy that I show up to the salon feeling like a responsible adult who has their life together. I pick the stylist, check the reviews, choose the service, and confirm the time, just like a CEO.
But the moment I sit in that chair…
The confidence evaporates like steam from a flat iron.
The stylist asks, “So what are we doing today?”
And I suddenly forget what hair is, what day it is, and why I came here.
The Screenshot Delusion
Of course, I whip out my phone—booked through RSViP like a champ—and show the stylist a photo of a hairstyle that was clearly created under divine supervision.
I’m talking 27-inch, silk-pressed, angelic glow around the edges, probably Photoshopped by someone who hates reality.
The stylist nods slowly.
I nod slowly.
We are both lying.
Why I Lie: A Scientific Investigation
After years of research (meaning trauma), I’ve narrowed down the reasons I continue this cycle:
- I’m Afraid of Hurting Their Feelings
Stylists are artists.
Artists are sensitive.
Also, they hold scissors.
Sharp ones.
Near my ears.
- Salon Lighting Is an Optical Illusion
Under salon lights, every hairstyle appears to have been approved by God.
Then I step outside and suddenly my hair is giving:
“Cheetos Puff With Confidence.”
- I Don’t Want to Be ‘That Client’
RSViP shows reviews for clients too, and listen—I cannot risk being labeled Difficult.
I’m trying to maintain main-character energy, not villain origin story.
The Salon Smile: The Biggest Lie I Tell
No matter how my hair turns out, here comes that universal, iconic, Oscar-worthy moment:
The stylist spins the chair.
I see the mirror.
My soul leaves my body.
And yet…
“Oh my gosh, YES! I LOVE IT!”
Meanwhile, deep down I’m whispering:
“Girl, this is not even close to the picture.”
But the lie is already out there. Floating. Permanent. Non-refundable.
Post-Salon Panic—A Tradition
I book my ride, open my front camera, and—
WHAT. IS. THIS.
Why do I look like I lost a bet?
Why do my curls look like they’re trying to file for unemployment?
My family stares.
My dog walks away.
My phone refuses Face ID.
Excellent.
And Yet… I Still Rebook
This is the toxic cycle RSViP enables—in the best possible way.
Because even after all the emotional damage, I still grab my phone and book again like:
- Maybe THIS stylist will understand the assignment.
- Maybe THIS picture will translate to real life.
- Maybe THIS time I won’t lie.
Spoiler: I will absolutely lie again.
Why We Keep Coming Back
Despite the chaos, the lies, and the salon lighting conspiracy, we return because:
- RSViP makes booking too convenient
- Miracles could happen
- We believe our hair will one day cooperate
- We desperately want to look like the Pinterest girl
- And honestly? Salons are cheaper than therapy
The Truth?
We don’t lie because we’re fake.
We lie because we’re hopeful.
Delusional, yes.
But hopeful.
And until the day my stylist gives me Beyoncé-in-Paris hair with no filter, I’ll keep booking on RSViP, keep smiling in the chair, and keep lying with confidence.
Because next time?
Next appointment?
Oh, I’m definitely telling the truth.
Probably.
Maybe.
Okay no…
I’ll still say “I love it.”
