If I have daughters, I will tell them that they are never allowed to cut their hair.
I will tell them that I never felt uglier in my entire life than when I chopped off all of my hair.
That it has been more than three years and I'm still dealing with the repercussions of that damn faux hawk. At least my hair is all one length again. Now we just have to go the distance together.
To the waist! To the waist!
Dear hair, I promise no more scissor snips, and you just keep growing.
