I cut my hair yesterday. Another tooth broke on my hair clip, and I discovered that was the last straw for me. I have hated dealing with the weight, the heat, and trying multiple times every day to get the stupid twist just right to get the stupid clip on.
It's one of the few things I feel I have control over, but even so, I don't really. I foist some of it onto my husband, because after all, he's the one who has to look at it every day, right? Even though he doesn't want "control" over my hairstyle, I still ask his opinion and then give it more weight than he thinks it should have.
I think I get scared when I actually have full control over something.
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