Lately, I’ve heard a couple times that cutting your hair is addicting, and I have to say… I believe that completely.
Anybody who knows me well or has known me long knows that I get bored with my hair very easily. Ever since I was a young’n, I never let my hair just grow or kept it at a certain length for more than a year or maybe two. When I was about 12, I had grown my hair out pretty long:
and I decided to have it bobbed.
After that, it only made it to my shoulders
when I got a pixie cut at 13.
After that, I was REALLY patient and let my hair grow for about 2 solid years, letting it get nice and long.
My plan was to honestly let it get to about my waist, but my hair is CRAZY thick, so when it started getting too long, it started getting hard to take care of… still, I kept it long, only got some side bangs cut.
Then the addiction returned, so I felt I needed more of a change. It began with these bangs:
And then I really got sick of it, so I cut it to my collarbone with real bangs
And… then… this happened.
So that’s where I am now.
Honestly, I’m not entirely sure how this blog post happened… but there it is. The past 4 years of my life, documented through haircuts.
All that to say, I love my new pixie cut. And I love having people tell me I look like Hazel Grace Lancaster.
And if any of you know of a haircutters anonymous support group I could go to… let me know.