Everyone who knows me, has known me my whole life with long, long, curly hair. Since my dad had it chopped off when I was three years old and ended up looking like a cute little chubby boy, my hair has been long. The older I got, the more I felt like it was a form of security for me. I would let it down and it would flow over half of my back and in a sense, I would feel safe.
Well, today, I went and had it cut. It went from half way down my back to just barely reaching my shoulders. I had it layered and I hope it starts to look fuller and healthier.
In the meantime, I need to get used to the shock to the system with how short it actually is. Once I overcome the shock, next up, is attempting weight loss this year.
Since the hair that was cut off was long enough (10 inches), I will be donating the ponytail to Locks of Love. Yay! I'm excited!! =)
Since the hair that was cut off was long enough (10 inches), I will be donating the ponytail to Locks of Love. Yay! I'm excited!! =)
Here are some pics of before and after...
OK, so after looking at some pictures, I think it's starting to grow on me. Maybe... Maybe? OK, I'll sleep on it =)
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