My dad cut my hair once - I wanted a bob and he gave me a bowl cut. That was a tough few years.
My hair and I had a really bad argument. She was being sprayed with alcohol and burnt with irons. She was being over processed and yanked and pulled by weave strings and suffocated by glue. She told me if I didn't straighten up and fly right that she was leaving.
Having a bad haircut can be quite traumatic!
People get real comfortable with their features. Nobody gets comfortable with their hair. Hair trauma. It's the universal thing.
I'm embarrassed to admit that I thought the world was ending my junior year of high school after a dye job reacted badly with my perm and left me with a sparse and burnt up hairline. Even though I went natural a few years later, my edges never seemed to recover.
I ripped off half my hair with a waxing strip, and it didn't grow back for, like, 5 months.
Pull the hair on my head the wrong way, and I would be on my knees begging for mercy. I have very sensitive follicles.
I always had a short bob with bangs, and I hated it. My mum would always say, 'A short hair cut is always the way to go for you.' I had it for fourteen years!
