Violet Writes

A couple of weeks ago, I made the drastic decision to cut my hair. Like, all of it. Once my hairdresser was finished, I loved it so much that when she took the cloak off me, I welled with tears. I felt beautiful, for the first time in such a long, long time. I have always hated my hair. It is thick, and curly and I cannot do anything with it at all, except quiff it back or straighten it to death. For years and years I have longed to grow it out, way past my shoulders, and arms, so long that I could sit on it. But whenever it does get pretty lengthy (ha ha) I end up cutting it off. And then, a few months into my new short hair do, I end up regretting it. “ Why, oh why did I cut off my luscious long locks? If I'd have left it, I would have mermaid hair by now! Wah wah” (isn't hind sight a bitch! Especially when it comes to haircuts.) So. you're probably wondering now, why on earth did you do it again? Why did you go for the chop? Aren't you going to r