I got a haircut yesterday. I should have asked the hairdresser to only take off three inches or so.

Ten inches, in some places, were chopped off. I could have qualified for LOCKS OF LOVE.

My mom shrieked when she saw me, then yelled at me for getting rid of my signature look.

I’ve chopped it off a few times before, but it’s nearly always been at least shoulder-length. And I LOVE having long hair. It was just too tough to deal with and dry and straggly at the ends….

Long curly hair. All gone.

It’s above my shoulders now.

It makes my face look fat.

I’ll be shopping for a few hats at Target later today.

Advertisements