Like all of my self destructive acts, this one was controlled. I cut my own hair. I'm tired of paying 80-100$ for someone to take 15 minutes of their day to cut my hair. I don't wish to offend any hairdressers. My last intention is to anger anyone. However, it's been years since I've walked out of a beauticians and honestly felt the person was worthy of my Days work for a haircut. I'm never wowed or impressed. I still have issues that my hair won't dry for the next month after its cut and it's never really the style I care for. But I assume a bit of responsibility. I don't take pictures of what I want into the salon. Therefore, it's my responsibility to correctly articulate what I'm seeking
Even though they spend day in and day out working with hair, it's my responsibility to know everything before walking in once every 13 weeks or so.
So in my frustration of not being heard,in any aspect of my life at the moment, I've taken matters into my own hands.
Not much I know. But my fear of the consequences always outweighs my instinct to just let go.
This is all that is wrong with my life at the moment. Fear holds me still.
No real self harm though. No cutting, no eating issues, no law breaking.
Just a small shitty, uneven hair trim.
