30 Day Blog Challenge — Day Twenty-Two
I’ve had a few different hairstyles over the years. Sometimes short, sometimes long. I mostly wore my hair short through grade school and high school because I would have these horrible pains in my legs if my hair was long. The doctors said it was taking energy from the rest of my body to grow my hair. Not sure if I believe that, but well, who knows. When I got out of high school, I started letting my hair grow long and for the next four or so years, it remained about shoulder-length.
Some time in my early to mid-twenties, I met this really cool hairstylist and she decided that I would be her test model. She cut and colored my hair in some of the strangest fashions and practically every color under the rainbow. My hair was never green or orange, but all other colors ended up on my head. Once, she cut my hair so short, she had to shave up high on my neck. I felt naked and exposed and was so glad when it grew out again.
I let it grow long after that and kept it that way until I was about 28. I had dated a guy and when we broke up, he said the only reason he had dated me was because of my long hair. Naturally, being the rebellious bitch that I am, I had my hair cut off short to spite him. It remained short for another 4 years. Once again, I let it grow and when it got half way down my back, I had a spiral perm put in it. That was probably my favorite hairstyle ever. My hair remained long until I had cancer in 2012. I lost every hair on my head from the chemo. It has just now gotten shoulder-length again and is very thin. I miss my long thick locks.