it's no surprise i don't enjoy the idea of a haircut. my mom was a hairdresser for a short while and of course i was her guinea pig. my hair got increasingly shorter and shorter that year she spent in the salon.
i went from

to

in about a year. note to self: MUST bring back the crop top (cryap tyap).
but aside from being completely traumatized, i also just always got them for free and she taught me what she knew (which was very little about hair. we all have our aptitudes. and we all have the opposite sometimes.). i don't like the idea of paying for a haircut. i think it's a little outrageous.
so here's my before picture

im concentrating on the ends of course, but also here

goodbye boring head.
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