What I Learned From My First Bad Haircut
I’ve never been very attached to my hair. Or so I thought.
For most of my childhood it was long and I liked it just fine. By the time I hit middle school I decided I wanted something different. I kept getting it cut shorter and shorter until one day I walked out of the hair salon with a pixie cut. I loved it. Having really short hair was fun. And easy. I didn’t have to do anything with it. I kept it that way into high school, but then I got kind of tired of being mistaken for a boy so I decided to grow it long again. By my senior year it was part way down my back and it had grown back curly. I now had beautiful, long, thick, curly hair. I loved it. I could do all kinds of different things with it or just throw…
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