I realized that growing my hair would mean looking shitty for the next 2 years just to reach something that might not be flattering either. Then I realized that I've wasted the past four months feeling unhappy about my hair & spending too many of my scraps of self-esteem on telling myself it's tolerable. (I have a limited amount, I'm convinced.) Then I decided that I'd immediately feel better if I immediately did something about it.
I'm getting it improved in the near future, I promise, having someone even it out tomorrow later today and then I'll go to the hairdresser's and... we'll see.
I have a deep-set negative attitude towards hairdressers, but truth be told, I'm only so suspicious because I can't get over the trauma I got having my hair cut short for the first time; I went to the hairdresser my mum used and the haircut I came out with was exactly what would look ~edgy~ for a 40-year-old housewife. I was 14. I was asked whether I was my own parent once.
Nevertheless, all my experiences since then have been positive. It's something I keep forgetting, but statistics agree that really I have nothing to fear.
(deliberately misquoting, sry.)
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