I have a love hate relationship with my hair. It's very thick and heavy, but I'm so hair challenged that all I do is put it in a pony tail. After much thinking, I decided to cut it. I searched "short hairstyles" on the net and went to the salon with my Mom and the following picture.
Cute, right?!? It frames her face and isn't too short. I was excited until she stylist chopped off my hair.
Can you see the fear in my eyes? I was texting my best friend and cousin about how I wasn't sure if this was a good idea. I was on the verge of tears. Their advice was to tell her to stop. How do you tell someone to stop cutting your hair when you've already committed? It's not like she could glue my long locks back into place. So, I ended up with a little boy's haircut. I went into the bathroom after and took this.
Not happy! Mom and I drive back to her house and my brother immediately says, "What the hell happened to your hair? I hate it!" Mom says I need to take a real picture....not a mug shot. This is the picture that I took.
I look happy, right? I'm still getting used to my new hair. I still think it's way to short and most days I feel like a little boy. I just keep repeating to myself "It's just hair, it will grow back".