Chop Chop

So after years and years of having the same long-ish, lank, boring hairstyle.... I recently took the plunge and lopped a good 6-8 inches of dead (and I mean split ends galore dead) hair off of my head!

And let me tell you, it felt gooooooood.

I hadn't realised, but I had been using my hair as some sort of wispy shield to hide behind, often taking that to the next level by being stupid enough to get a thick blunt fringe put in just as I had managed to grow my other fringe back out again. (DON'T GET OFFENDED - I love thick full fringes - I just love them on anyone but me!!) meaning that I literally had a massive piece of hair directly covering the majority of my face. I would be constantly faffing around with it, trying to tame it, trying to bring it forward so it looked longer or covered a spot on my chin. 

I once got so self conscious about the fact I thought I had a massive five-head (that's a very large forehead...get the joke?) that I even..... used a mixture of bronzer and brown eyeshadow to make my hair line seem lower. The shame. 

But, in reality, I really didn't suit it. My hair was always too naturally thick, dry and frizzy to pull any long style off, it looked lank after a few hours and trying to put it up was a nightmare because really, when you try a youtube tutorial out on yourself it doesn't magically give you the model's face too as I found out....therefore it looks like a pile of poop plopped on your noggin. But still, I soldiered on for a good 8 years trying to grow it as long as I possibly could and spent every day envious of anyone with longer hair, more interesting styles etc etc 

Apart from the fact that my hair seemed to know it's true destiny and would therefore never grow any longer than a good boob-grazing, not quite mermaid hair length. The ends would split just below my shoulders no matter how much care I took to avoid it and it would never do what it was told.

Then I went and damaged it even more by having a dip-dye done. Let's all be honest, it looked ridiculous, my hair does not take well to being dyed lighter and will immediately aim to go as putrid orange/yellow as it can (old friends from school may remember that one fateful day I arrived through those gates with a highlighter orange barnett after thinking it would be a good idea to go blonde.... it didn't last any more than that one horrible day) 

Anyway, after having a rubbish start to this year - I, very unlike me, went a bit wild. I went to a new hair dressers, I sat down and told her to take off as much as she wanted as long as it looked good and all the split ends were gone. Girls everywhere are reading this and are open mouthed with horror I can imagine, and I

was too on the inside and I think the hairdresser, who had gorgeous long hair (which suited her...darn it) nearly threw up at the thought of being the one to put her scissors into action.

But she did....and I LOVED it.

I didn't realise how liberating it would feel to no longer have hair to hide behind. It had life. It was shiny, bouncy and not a ruddy split end in sight. It was me - short and bubbly! Now a few weeks on from that glorious day, I already feel desperate to get it cut again - its now grazing my shoulders!!!!!! 

So if you're teetering on the scissor edge trying to make up your mind whether or not to take the risk and have it cut - do it. It's amazing. And if you don't like it, magically - it will grow back!! :)

Lots of love, Emily-Rose xoxo

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