Here lately I can’t keep seem to stay consistent. Not with just social media or blogging nor with my hair. One day with ombre, ends lightened till white, to purple,back to all brown, again with ombre, then to all blonde, also cut what seems like 5 inches so everyone would leave me alone about my dead ends(not that I even cared, I’m pretty convinced everyone just wanted me to cut it off), just thought I would be satisfied but no. The truth is I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied. It runs deeper. It’s definitely an addiction. Though it doesn’t start here it started a long time ago, we’ll save that for another time, though here within the last year I’ve been changing my hair a bunch.
I’ll let you in on a little secret, I don’t have any plans on stopping anytime soon either. You see, obviously I’m not gonna let it fall out, but here’s the thing. Since it’s MY hair and I’m not absolutely head over heels in love with it, I WILL continue to do what I CHOOSE till I’m 100% in love with it. Which is why I don’t enjoy trips to salons or many lisenced cosmetologist, i hate that they seem to have a tendency to do whatever THEY WANT. They end up chopping like a zillion inches off, to be an almost long bob if your lucky, of what was supposed to be a ‘Trim’.
If I want splits ends, yes, I will keep MY split ends. You can tell me over and over until your blue in the face, “Oh your ends! You need to cut this much off!” No, lady I know my hair better then you, I’ve revived and mended my hair before (sure it takes awhile) but I can do it again.
I’m sorry for being so blunt but I’m so tired of all these license cosmetologist thinking anyone who does not have a license are beneath them. For some reason they seem to think women like myself are completely incapable of doing our own hair. When just about every time I’ve went and had my hair done I don’t get what I asked for, even when I show them a picture. I’m talking about not even coming close.
I’ve been doing my own hair since I was like 10. Now I’m 22… I know what I want (well usually, but I know what I like) , and if anyone is going to screw my hair up it’s going to be me. I don’t mind rocking alittle brass, orange or yellow for a small amount of time. I know what’s on and under all that I’ve got going on, and I’m fine with doing it myself most of the time.
In conclusion this is my hair and it will grow back it’s not a big deal. Ultimately it’s my hair. So sorry I’m not sorry, I don’t appreciate your wasted opinions on something I don’t even have to explain to you…