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⌈ Secret Post #3526 ⌋

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[Feed The Birds, from Mary Poppins]

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(Once Upon A Time)

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[ Dota 2 esport ]

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[Great British Bake Off, series 3]

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06. http://i.imgur.com/82bEEum.png
[The Private Report on My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness; linked for nudity/implied porn, illustrated]

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[We Happy Few]

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[Stranger Things]

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Idgaf if this is tldr; I feel like writing it.

I always had long hair as a little girl, and then at age 11, I watched Errol Flynn for the first time in "Captain Blood" and was smitten with him, so I begged my mom to cut my hair short like his (basically a pageboy/bob-type-thing -- ~dreamboat~) because apparently, I didn't know if I wanted to be him or...do vague and nebulous things I could only guess at with him.

I had short (between chin- and shoulder-length) hair until my early 20s, when I decided, hey, why not find out how long my hair will grow before it stops??? So I just stopped getting hair cuts.

I never did find out the answer, but my hair grew to hip-length before I cut it. I wore it up in a bun, back in a braid, or up in a twisted set of braids 23 hours of the day, only taking it down to wash it. It was scraggly as hell because I hadn't grown it out properly and it didn't look good let down, which I would never do anyway because I would sit on it -- but it was actually super easy to take care of. Wash, air dry, braid, end process. I was working with Native American children in Montana by this time, and this is probably cringe-worthy to admit but whatever -- I liked that I didn't stand out from them as Obviously Not From Around Here and White, with my long dark braid, as much as my blonde friends who worked with me.

SO THEN, in another fit of cultural appropriation, I cut my hair when I moved from Montana to Massachusetts, because it is a custom among the people I worked with to cut their hair when they are in mourning, and I loved being in Montana and working with my students with all my heart, and moving away was really painful and I grieved.

Then I had a series of absolutely heinous shag haircuts, because I was going to the stylist my mom went to and she guilt-tripped me into staying with this woman for a couple of years. I literally looked like the forgotten member of Def Leppard for a while; my hair was SO BAD. It was mortifying to think that anyone who saw me must think I chose to look like this. I coped by getting really into 1930s fashion and pincurling my hair every night to hide the monstrous layering.

Finally, I moved back to my home town and met my current stylist, and I learned that the Single Most Important tip to getting a good haircut is (surprise) finding a stylist whose aesthetic taste jibes with your own.

In my case, I now have been wearing a chin-length bob for 3 years, and I love it. I feel like I look most like myself with this hairstyle. Not Errol Flynn, because I have a square face and square jaw and could never dream of being as handsome as he was, even if I were a man.

Edited 2016-08-30 00:52 (UTC)

I've just gotta say, I love your voice. I love reading your posts because you always tell stories in the most interesting way. Also, I am crazy jealous that your hair grew to hip length. I've never been able to get mine to grow long enough to even cover my nipples (which is my definition for mermaid hair.) I would kill for that ability, but alas.

Aw, that's so sweet of you to say that, thank you for the compliment! <3

Agreed with the above user, you have a knack for storytelling.

I can sympathize you re: going to a stylist who is absolutely horrid but who you can't part ways with due to loyalty.
My (white) friend used to cut my hair (afro) with a razor to create layers, when she should've (and I didn't know this at the time) used scissors. Razor-cutting only works for certain hair types; for others, like me, it just means split-ends. So I would go to her to get rid of split-ends, but obviously that kinda worked against me. For years I couldn't figure out why my hair had stopped growing and was a mess in general.

I'm still mortified about my do back then.

Thank you, too, that's so nice of you! And gahh, you must be familiar with that horrible feeling when the person cutting your hair finishes and proudly shows you their new hair masterpiece, and you're trying not to be killed by your reflection.

Very familiar!

Thank god for wigs and hats.

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