I had my haircut yesterday and I hate it. It desperately needed doing as it hadn’t been cut for over 3 months, since the wedding, so when my Mum said her hairdresser was going to hers yesterday I asked if I could join her. The warning sign should have been the fact that it was MY MUM’S HAIRDRESSER. However, as it was my day off I went round and showed her photos from the wedding so she could see how I wanted my hair cut. She clearly ignored these and chopped far too much off. I like my hair to frame my face but be a bit longer than chin level as I like the security of having it there and it hiding my chubby chin(s) and round face. It no longer does this, it sits just above and that is if I straighten it as much as it will straighten.
The hairdresser also had the cheek to tell me there were “a lot of grey hairs” underneath. Thanks. I thought going to the hairdresser was supposed to make you feel good about yourself?
I don’t have a lot of self-confidence anyway but now I have even less. I look like a boy. At least it will grow and I hope it grows back very quickly. On the plus side (I am trying desperately hard to look at the positive) at least I won’t have to have it cut for ages.
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