The first time I had my hair cut was when I was in the 9th grade. I hated it. The beautician cut off some of the top and all of the back. I cried like a big ol' baby. I eventually got over it and actually started to like it. My hair ended growing back it took a while though probably about 3 years til it got to the length I wanted it at. My ends were a different story but none the less I was happy with my hair.
Until I got it dyed burgundy. I had always wanted to get my hair dyed that color.(I didn't get all of my hair dyed just got highlights first) So finally I had gotten it done and it was great for a while. I loved the way it looked in the sun. A lot of people in my family warned me about not keeping it greased but I didn't care I just knew I looked cute as a burgundy chick. Well now I wish I had of listened to them because it started falling out in the middle and that was the only place. When my hair wasnt done I felt like crud but when it was you couldn't even tell.
The song I Am Not My Hair by India.Arie does not apply to me. I am my hair. It makes me happy. Nobody can tell me other wise.
