My passion came at quite an early age, with the dream to make all girls feel pretty. I love telling this story, its one of my favorites.

When I was little, I was diagnosed with cancer and after 6 months of chemo I was bald. So when I started school and had to make those “all about me posters” there were nothing but bald headed little Becca pictures. All of the kids made fun of me for looking like a boy. It really does something to a young girl’s self-confidence ya know? I knew as I got older that I never wanted anyone else to ever feel that way. There WAS a brief time I thought I would be a nurse like my mom, however that was short lived after I realized that blood and guts made me say eewwie, So there’s that. Fast forward to high school career day, it was in that moment, sitting at a desk listening to a stylist rave about her career. I wish I could remember her; I would love to thank her. 

My favorite part to following my dream, was the confirmation I had received. Basically that “you made the right call” whisper made by the universe. It was about ¾ of the way through cosmetology school. I was in the “senior” part of my education when we got to solely work on REAL PEOPLE. I had a client sit in my chair, nervous as can be. (Now at this point in my career 13 years later I know just about every one is nervous the first time with a new stylist) However this was a totally different nervous. She was nervous because this was brand new hair. This was post chemo, she survived cancer hair. It was then I knew I chose the right path. Which was insane to me because I had not even left school or gotten licensed yet!

Here I am, over a decade later and I am still just as passionate about hair. I love the science behind it and the true knowledge behind the magic in the chair. I have been told a time or two that I should hang up my apron and put a lab coat on when I am at work because I am full of knowledge about hair.