Then the older I got (and the more expensive life got) the more I stopped caring about my hair so much. I dyed it brown so it would be easier to manage and I cut it all off in a blunt edge bob - I liked it, it was simple to style, the colour suited me, all was well in my 'hair world'.
But then one day in April this year when I went to get a trim this all changed.
Dun Dun DUUUUN!
I know I sound dramatic right now, but honestly, it feels a bit dramatic. I went into a hair salon (I won't mention names) just to get a quick trim. It was very busy in there but they said they could fit me in, so I sat and waited for my turn, once I got up on the chair and my gown was put on I started explaining to the hair dresser what I wanted and she seemed to totally understand me so I trusted her to get the job done. That is when it all turned to shit.
The woman hacked at my hair in the most uncaring, rushed way chopping and cutting until I felt like I had no hair left at all. By the end I had what looked like a scruffy mullet and I was having one of the biggest panic attacks of my life, I just paid the lady at the front desk and left in a complete daze. Bryce asked me if I liked it and all I could do was sob uncontrollably at him - in the middle of the shopping centre.
I know what you must be thinking - Why didn't she just say something? Well, good question inner conscience. The simple answer is I'm just not very good at telling people they are doing something I don't like, I won't even take food back at a restaurant for gods sake!
I never really understood how having a bad haircut would effect your self esteem so much, just looking through my phone you will see that every photo of me my hair is up in a messy ponytail because that's all that looks good on me any more. A bad haircut makes every outfit look shit, it makes every morning when you are getting ready stressful and makes every 'night out' completely unbearable. Everyone has a better hair colour and cut to you and you find yourself obsessing about what you are going to do as soon as your hair grows back. So now I am patiently waiting for this horrid haircut to grow out so I can finally feel good about myself again!