I cut my hair.
My hairdresser asked me 3 times whether I regret cutting it.
Pffft. Even if I hated it, my hair will always grow back.
... never really understood this attachment to one's hair (unless it's due to balding, in which case it would be an entirely different matter).
Gone are the curls. I'm back to my fuss-free do, which I'm fussing over with hairwax. If my 13-year-old self could see me now, she'd be rolling
her eyes at how much I fuss with myself. What my 13-year-old self would have failed to realise is that it's actually hard work to make a naturally tousled look work
*goes back to cleaning out all the junk in her room*