Having recently cut my hair to fix an epically bad haircut fail from several years ago, that's what I think about.
5 or so years ago, a newbie stylist made a huge mistake when cutting my hair. I had just wanted a simple trim with a bit of layering on the bottom and instead, she sectioned my hair and chopped nearly 12 inches off the top layer because she was too busy having a conversation with her friend. And, since my head was down and I had hair covering my eyes, I didn't know anything bad had happened until I heard her say, "Oops, I can fix this." Not the best thing to hear when someone is holding a scissors! So, that's what I think about. I think about the embarrassment and anguish over how terrible my hair looked and how ugly it made me feel, how many cruel and heartless comments I received from supposed "friends" and coworkers, and how it took 5 years to grow the shortest layer to a point where I felt comfortable cutting it to one length (tailbone). I think about how, at the time, I was already pretty severely depressed and that "mistake" by a stupid stylist nearly caused me to commit suicide because I couldn't take being made fun of. I think about all the times I had to go back to that same salon to have it "fixed" and for them to try to blend the choppy layer better, but having the then-manager tell me, "Wow, she really screwed up big time." I think of all the times I wanted so desperately to wear my hair down and feel pretty again, but I had to settle for a half-updo every single day to hide the mistake - this is the main reason I won't wear any half-updos to this day.
It helps that I also have photographic evidence of that time, too, so whenever I feel the need to change my look, I pull up those pictures and remind myself it just isn't worth it.
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