Now usually, people get their hair cut because they want a fresh new style or because they're donating it. They get their hair cut for probably any other reason other than my own . However, I had to get my hair cut because it died....yes....it died. Cause of death: The Perm (curse you!). I spent so many months trying to revive it only to surrender it to the hands of my ghetto hair stylist.
It was a cold, dark day. I felt that the weather was also mourning the loss of my hair.
As I was sitting in the chair, the ghetto hair stylist took the clippers to the back of my head and shaved it all off. There was a sinking feeling in the bottom of my stomach....it was gone, yes, all of it (well at least the back).
I keep getting reassuring comments from my family and friends, but they don't understand...It's not the hair that was lost- it was the battle. The battle for new growth.
Anyways, I'm still trying to cope. Here's what it looks like.
|....At least I can put all the headbands I make to good use.|