It’s time for yet another chapter in my wonderful hair story. My hair has been dyed too many times to count. It’s been everything from Strawberry blonde to black. It’s been a short little chin-length cut, and halfway down my back. Thankfully, though, I’ve never had a bob or shaved it all of. However, I’ve even received chili-bowl haircuts as a child (thanks mom and dad), complete with my dad combing it exactly like his hair when my mom was out of town. Talk about traumatic. I even blow dry it daily and use a good mix of my straightener and curling irons regularly.
So needless to say, my hair hates me. I don’t think I’ve had more than half a dozen good hair days in my entire life. And technically, part of it is genetics – my dad has thin hair – but I have put it though a lot of abuse over the years.
Long enough story short, my hair has really been getting long and I haven’t had it cut for a while. So it was long and probably not really healthy. I took the big “plunge” and told the lady to chop off all the bad stuff.
So...Before (not my best shot, but shows how badly I needed a cut):
After:
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