Because I cried about it, I feel the need to blog about it. (Isn’t that what always happens?!)
I asked my mom if she would cut my hair. I just wanted a simple straight cut and she’s done it for me many times in the past so I didn’t think it’d be too bad. I told her how much I wanted off (5″) and just sat down and let her wet my hair, comb it, cut it.
My hair has been super long for the last few years, maybe? Up until about 2 hours ago from the time of writing, my hair was just down to my hips. Yes, it was that long. It also took forever to air-dry and had a lot of split ends. Well, I no longer have split ends now (yay) and on the upside it doesn’t take hours to dry anymore.
She had made the initial cut, had the left and the right sides even and then started to make them match in the back. So the back was matched up, but then the front no longer looked even. So she continued to trim. And trim. And trim some more. By the time she was done and I saw (and felt) how short my hair was, I started to tear up. It hasn’t been this short in years. I’d gotten trims before, but never this short.
So about seven inches were cut off from my long, long hair. My hair isn’t short by any means, it’s just really short for me. It just hits under my bustline right now. Which is short for me. I can still pull it all up into my ponytail though, which is good. It just feels weird having my hair this short.
And I cried about it. I haven’t seen me with such short hair since probably grade 10 or 11.