My mother had the most beautiful hip-lengthed black straight virgin hair I've ever seen... until her MIL talked her into chopping it because 'you know you can cut your children's fingers off if they get caught on hair like that'. I only have the pictures left to inspire and frustrate me. After that, she never let it grow past shoulder. On her 45th birthday she got one of those old-lady-haircuts and was done with it forever. Today is her 50th birthday, I was with her on the phone one hour ago and she was telling me about needing another haircut soon...
With her background, I find it surprising that she shouldn't be happy about my long hair, but so it is. I see her about twice a year (with luck), and ALWAYS gives me the 'your hair is getting too long' thing with disaproving eyes. Almost first thing I hear after setting foot on her house: hair too long plus the you're too fat/too thin speech. My brother also let his hair grow for a couple of years, he reached what would be past BSL and it was a daily fight with my mother and aunts, with his girlfriend, his girlfriend's mother, his girlfriend's aunts... nightmare.
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