I used to have the longest flowing blonde locks a girl could wish for. Then i got bored and sick of tangles and cried until my mum allowed me to cut it to my shoulders. Naturally, it scared the life out of me and i didn’t like it but as i got used to it, i loved it. It looked so fresh, so shiny. My hair felt healthier. I was 12.
I have had short hair since and no matter how hard i try to grow it, it gets just below my shoulders and it irritates my neck. I tried to battle through but in the spur of the moment i cut it all off.
So, today i noticed some split ends and decided a trim was needed. Cue the words ‘oh cut it into a bob with longer edges’. WHAT. WHY DID I SAY THAT. Oh well, hair grows.
But i love it. My hair is so much healthier and softer again and this length of hair doesn’t drag my facial features down. I knew my brain was right when it forced me to command it to all be cut off!