My hair has always been a thing of pride for me. I loved the way people stop whenever I pass by just to take a second glance at my hair.
As a child, my Mom made it even more beautiful. Due to the fact that she could make hair, she was would spend time, making pretty hairstyles for me.
But, I woke up one day and complained a lot of headaches and I couldn't comb my hair. It felt like a load to me and I couldn't hear it anymore.
I had my bath and went straight to a barber's shop. He asked me why I wanted to have my hair cut and I explained. He tried giving me reasons to keep it but I insisted.
I sat at the front of the mirror, watching him cut my hair. I was already regretting my decision but it was too late. Half of my hair was already gone.
Taking a closer look at myself, I looked like a kid. Though I looked pretty, the low cut made me look smaller.
I actually thought I was going to enjoy it, because, my plan was to have a low cut for a few months before I'll start making my hair again, since my hair grows fast. But, whenever I went out, people mistook me for a 15 year old. It was so belittling to me that I had to start covering my hair.
Looking back now, I can't imagine that I made up my mind to do such to my beautiful hair.
Right now, with all the efforts, the money spent in taking care of my hair, I will never think about cutting it ever again. I even want it to grow more longer.
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