I have a friend who cries every time she gets her hair cut. It doesn't matter whether it is a trim or a total makeover, the prospect of change always upsets her. For years I've had a rocky relationship with my long hair. We've had our ups and downs, and ratty nests. Up until recently, I have appreciated its length, using it almost as a security blanket. Under the proximate stress of classes and life, the devotion to maintaining my long hair has been dwindling down to daily showers and a lifetime's supply of hairbands. Before I started ripping the roots out of my head, I decided to be revolutionary and and chop all of my hair off. Now above the shoulders, my hair is conveniently angled to enhance my features while pulling off a cute and stylish look. Or so says my hair dresser...
While I have adjusted to the transition of long to short hair rather quickly, my friends seem to be a bit hung up. Everyday someone feels the need to come up to me and inform me that my hair has been cut. I think if I hear it enough times, the announcement will start to surprise me.
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