After Have you ever looked in the mirror and thought " wow... I need a haircut. "? Well my darlings that's the feeling I got almost 5 months ago. It was sudden but it overtook my thoughts and every time I walked by a mirror or simply ran my hand through my lengthy locks it struck me even harder. I went on like this for months until finally I decided it was time to chop it off. Now you must understand, I was a girl who had only had long hair; it was my safety blanket. This was not an easy decision but now looking back I couldn't be happier. Before I even looked for styles I talked it over with friends, with family, with my teachers, with that random lady walking down the street, but most of all my dog and cat who upon thinking about it let me know it was a great idea. I then searched everywhere for hairstyles that I might like ( online, in magazines, and again on random ladies walking down the street. ) After finally figuring out the general haircut I prayed about it and rounded up the guts to do it. Now I'm going to be completely honest here. I walked into the salon, spent an hour debating it, and ultimately went home. But that night I was so disappointed that I wasted my chance. That's when I knew it was time. As she grabbed the scissors and started chopping it felt as if a huge weight was lifted off my chest. It was everything I could have hoped for. Now this isn't always the case when making such a bold move but my point to this little story is that it's okay not be totally sure if you're ready. Do your research, take your time, and hopefully it's everything you could have hoped for.
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