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---EDIT--

Hey guys, just wanted to let you all know in this REALLY not overly important or life-haulting incident, my hair did get taken care of and is far healthier now.
The barber even found some extra mistakes that last girl made, but that will just...have to grow back X''D
*sigh* It's still pretty short but it should grow almost all the way back by the end of Summer, they said.
I still miss it but am finding ways to enjoy it like this while it lasts, and i'm getting used to it.
Maybe i made a big ass deal out of this partially because i'm Aspergian and can't stand change, idk~.
I'm capable of it though and can cope with things.
If i can handle my friends moving away then i can handle a haircut i guess
Anyway thanks for being supportive and not making me feel like an idiot over this, i love all you guys. *hugs you all*

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--WARNING--
There will be profanity and potential raging.
-------------------------------------------------------

I'm just going to dive right in.
As a person, i identify with long red hair that comes down to almost my waist -- at least the middle of my back, but a little more.
At least i did up until yesterday...

A while back, i had a dream that i was forced to go to a parlor and get my hair chopped off to my shoulders against my will.
I screamed and cried and begged, but it still had to happen and once it was gone, i was in a state of devastation and sadness.
I woke up from that nightmare pawing at my hair and making sure i still had it, and was relieved when i realized it was all still there.
Little did i know that just a month or so later my fears would be realized.

Yesterday my mom spontaneously decided to take me to Fantastic Sam's, a hair parlor to get my hair cut.
Of course, my mom and sister go get their hair played with and colored and shit every two weeks, with an appointment with our family hair dresser who doesn't suck shark balls.
But do i ever get to come along?
Almost never.
Like once every six months honestly...
Figures.
So i protest and say i don't want strangers touching my head and hair, and that i would prefer being with someone i know who will take care of my hair.
But no, apparently we just have to take chances with the one and only person in the family who never wants her hair dyed or totally messed with.
All i EVER want is to have two inches off, my hair a little thinned out (because it is ridiculously thick), and to be styled so it will frame my face.
I don't straighten my hair all the time, no.
Just when i go out on occasions like out to eat or shopping.
That irritated my mom and sister a lot, but i don't give a shit.
I don't straighten it when i go to Target or the grocery store, or to go to McDonald's.
Everyone can suck my metaphorical double-decker alien robot donkey dick.
But just because i don't always dress it up doesn't mean i love it any less, and the feeling of my hair brushing against my back and arms feels good no matter what condition it's in.
I will even post a picture later of my hair color -- it's completely natural, dark red and shines gold in the light.
I'm very proud of it.

So mom takes me anyway, and after 21 years she still doesn't understand why my hair means so much to me.
Everyone in there's hair looked like shit, both before and after it was treated by the dressers.
So then i go up and to my surprise, i actually really liked the girl doing my hair.
She was fun to talk to and really nice, but did not do what we asked.
We asked for a cut to about my shoulder blades (which was too much for me anyway and was making me nervous), to be thinned, and styled.
The girl cut in fucking chunks and cut WAY to much.
The front is uneven by at least two inches (which is super bad), the back is chopped and lopsided from left to right, and there are long weird stringy bits that just hang freely and NOTHING reaches my shoulder blades.
I didn't realize it was THAT BAD until i got in the car, and on the way i home i literally sobbed non stop.
It was a 20 minute ride home.
My throat actually hurts today from the force of holding back GROSS sobs.

On the way home, my mom actually seemed to show remorse, which is rare because even when she's wrong she's never sorry for ANYTHING.
While bawling my eyes out i told her everything else could go; my complexion, my weight, but not my hair.
NOT my hair.
My hair is my pride, it's the best part of my physique.
I can cover an ugly face with make up (if it were ugly and idk, i think i look all right but you know what i mean).
You can wear clothes to compliment you if you gain weight.
I'm 40 lbs heavier than i should be and love my body.
I still know how to exercise style, too.
But get your hair fucked up?
The only way to fix that is to cut more of it off when it gets fixed, and that's what's going to happen Wednesday.
I'm going back to MY barber to get it "repaired," which will mean more trimming to even it out and she had BETTER do a good job because i'm still really livid.

My mom actually hugged me and apologized.
Did you know that people with the animal guide of the fox use their hair to represent their tails from their past life?
That's what mine was for me; big, long and very thick, and very admired.
Now it's gone...

You know what else sucks?
I actually tried to cheer up!
I tried to tell myself it would be fine.
It's not.
It's a fucking disaster, my hair is MUTILATED.
I'm so EMBARRASSED and fed up and just tired.
Yesterday drained me, my eyes still hurt from crying, YESTERDAY.

As a woman, and a very spiritual person, i just prefer having long hair.
I love seeing women who have long hair, i think it's just the epitome of femininity and beauty.
There are short hair cuts that i like too, but on certain women, and most of them have to be thin to pull it off or else they just look bigger or like dudes (unless that's what they wanted).
It sounds mean, but it's how i see things and everyone is entitled to do what they want and if it makes them happy, then good for them.
But I'm not happy.
I literally feel violated, and now we have to pay MORE money to go fix something that shouldn't have been wrecked to shit in the first place.
I pray to GOD my mom takes me back before Wednesday to get a refund.
She even tipped the girl!
I don't know why she would tip her, that sort of just stings me more.

My mom has always wanted my hair a certain length.
My hair.
I'm so fucking sick of not getting that damned fucking decision.
I don't care if she thinks it looks messy.
I don't care if ANYONE does.
It's my fucking hair.
It's on MY body.
Even she admitted this was too short and done AWFULLY, and now it's hideous.
Maybe this was important and needed to happen, so she would finally understand how much my hair means to me.
She was shocked at how much i cried yesterday and honestly?
I still FEEL like crying.
It's just not fair.
As a woman, especially, i shouldn't have had to lose what gave me my confidence and sense of visual appeal to others.

I know that looks aren't everything, but i really don't give two shits what anyone thinks.
What matters is what i think, and how i feel.
And right now i feel horrible.
I can't even look at it.
It's in a ponytail all the time now because i can't stand it...

So yeah, i'm pretty scorned.
I'm just full-on depressed and unhappy.
I'll get over it, and i know it will grow back, but i just want the time i need to be upset.
I'm literally grieving.
And you know what really hurts?
I was debating doing a face reveal and finally removing the mystery as to what i look like.
But nope, fuck it.
Forget it.
I'm sorry, guys...

And i'm sorry to vent but if there's something everyone should know about me, it's that my hair is my pride.
End of story.
That, and my ability to draw.

My hopes are that once it's cleaned up maybe i can find ways to enjoy or make fun of it until it grows back and i've been making jokes about it around the house, but it still stings.
And my mom and i are getting along, i'm not like openly mad at her lol.
I just hope she remains regretful because i've spent my entire life living under the scorn of everyone's else wants for me.
She can handle a month or so.
And yes, i am still laughing and smiling and being as happy as possible and being in a crappy mood only when it fits, like while typing this.

Anyway...
Here's some art depicting my deep feelings, though my mom and i both actually laughed when i showed it to her
Like can i just go a fucking week without some sort of emotional disaster bashing me???
AUGH!
And the color of the fox's fur is based off my hair's color in the light.
The glass represents both the blades that cut my hair and pride, and the mirrors we look into to judge our own looks.
I realize i have a certain level of vanity, but i never strutted around yelling "EVERYONE LOOK AT MY UNIQUE AND UNOBTAINABLE ULTRA RARE RED HAIR!!! AREN'T I FUCKING MAGNIFICENT?!"
No.
I tried to be humble, and to make it look nice when i went out.
Now i've just disconnected from my sense of physical confidence...

Anyway, enjoy.
I know i'm being a little nuts but hopefully someone out there understands.

Enjoy......

---DO NOT STEAL MY FUCKING CONCEPTS, ART OR IDEAS! IF I SEE MY SHIT BEING CLAIMED OR RE-POSTED BY OTHERS I AND MY LEGION OF FIRE-EATING NAIL-SHITTING HELL HOUNDS WILL FIND YOU AND DEVOUR YOUR GENITALS AND NIPPLES AND THEN I WILL SHOVE A PINEAPPLE UP YOUR ASS!!!---

P.S.

Don't ever go to Fantastic Sam's.
They ought to change their name to "Fantastic Shits."
I hope they lose business, and God save everyone who goes there and thinks their haircuts actually look ok.

t(=__=t) bastards....

P.S.S.

If you laughed at the cussing and creative insult bits in this description, that would actually be flattering to me.
Thank you~.

Description
---EDIT--

Hey guys, just wanted to let you all know in this REALLY not overly important or life-haulting incident, my hair did get taken care of and is far healthier now.
The barber even found some extra mistakes that last girl made, but that will just...have to grow back X''D
*sigh* It's still pretty short but it should grow almost all the way back by the end of Summer, they said.
I still miss it but am finding ways to enjoy it like this while it lasts, and i'm getting used to it.
Maybe i made a big ass deal out of this partially because i'm Aspergian and can't stand change, idk~.
I'm capable of it though and can cope with things.
If i can handle my friends moving away then i can handle a haircut i guess
Anyway thanks for being supportive and not making me feel like an idiot over this, i love all you guys. *hugs you all*

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

--WARNING--
There will be profanity and potential raging.
-------------------------------------------------------

I'm just going to dive right in.
As a person, i identify with long red hair that comes down to almost my waist -- at least the middle of my back, but a little more.
At least i did up until yesterday...

A while back, i had a dream that i was forced to go to a parlor and get my hair chopped off to my shoulders against my will.
I screamed and cried and begged, but it still had to happen and once it was gone, i was in a state of devastation and sadness.
I woke up from that nightmare pawing at my hair and making sure i still had it, and was relieved when i realized it was all still there.
Little did i know that just a month or so later my fears would be realized.

Yesterday my mom spontaneously decided to take me to Fantastic Sam's, a hair parlor to get my hair cut.
Of course, my mom and sister go get their hair played with and colored and shit every two weeks, with an appointment with our family hair dresser who doesn't suck shark balls.
But do i ever get to come along?
Almost never.
Like once every six months honestly...
Figures.
So i protest and say i don't want strangers touching my head and hair, and that i would prefer being with someone i know who will take care of my hair.
But no, apparently we just have to take chances with the one and only person in the family who never wants her hair dyed or totally messed with.
All i EVER want is to have two inches off, my hair a little thinned out (because it is ridiculously thick), and to be styled so it will frame my face.
I don't straighten my hair all the time, no.
Just when i go out on occasions like out to eat or shopping.
That irritated my mom and sister a lot, but i don't give a shit.
I don't straighten it when i go to Target or the grocery store, or to go to McDonald's.
Everyone can suck my metaphorical double-decker alien robot donkey dick.
But just because i don't always dress it up doesn't mean i love it any less, and the feeling of my hair brushing against my back and arms feels good no matter what condition it's in.
I will even post a picture later of my hair color -- it's completely natural, dark red and shines gold in the light.
I'm very proud of it.

So mom takes me anyway, and after 21 years she still doesn't understand why my hair means so much to me.
Everyone in there's hair looked like shit, both before and after it was treated by the dressers.
So then i go up and to my surprise, i actually really liked the girl doing my hair.
She was fun to talk to and really nice, but did not do what we asked.
We asked for a cut to about my shoulder blades (which was too much for me anyway and was making me nervous), to be thinned, and styled.
The girl cut in fucking chunks and cut WAY to much.
The front is uneven by at least two inches (which is super bad), the back is chopped and lopsided from left to right, and there are long weird stringy bits that just hang freely and NOTHING reaches my shoulder blades.
I didn't realize it was THAT BAD until i got in the car, and on the way i home i literally sobbed non stop.
It was a 20 minute ride home.
My throat actually hurts today from the force of holding back GROSS sobs.

On the way home, my mom actually seemed to show remorse, which is rare because even when she's wrong she's never sorry for ANYTHING.
While bawling my eyes out i told her everything else could go; my complexion, my weight, but not my hair.
NOT my hair.
My hair is my pride, it's the best part of my physique.
I can cover an ugly face with make up (if it were ugly and idk, i think i look all right but you know what i mean).
You can wear clothes to compliment you if you gain weight.
I'm 40 lbs heavier than i should be and love my body.
I still know how to exercise style, too.
But get your hair fucked up?
The only way to fix that is to cut more of it off when it gets fixed, and that's what's going to happen Wednesday.
I'm going back to MY barber to get it "repaired," which will mean more trimming to even it out and she had BETTER do a good job because i'm still really livid.

My mom actually hugged me and apologized.
Did you know that people with the animal guide of the fox use their hair to represent their tails from their past life?
That's what mine was for me; big, long and very thick, and very admired.
Now it's gone...

You know what else sucks?
I actually tried to cheer up!
I tried to tell myself it would be fine.
It's not.
It's a fucking disaster, my hair is MUTILATED.
I'm so EMBARRASSED and fed up and just tired.
Yesterday drained me, my eyes still hurt from crying, YESTERDAY.

As a woman, and a very spiritual person, i just prefer having long hair.
I love seeing women who have long hair, i think it's just the epitome of femininity and beauty.
There are short hair cuts that i like too, but on certain women, and most of them have to be thin to pull it off or else they just look bigger or like dudes (unless that's what they wanted).
It sounds mean, but it's how i see things and everyone is entitled to do what they want and if it makes them happy, then good for them.
But I'm not happy.
I literally feel violated, and now we have to pay MORE money to go fix something that shouldn't have been wrecked to shit in the first place.
I pray to GOD my mom takes me back before Wednesday to get a refund.
She even tipped the girl!
I don't know why she would tip her, that sort of just stings me more.

My mom has always wanted my hair a certain length.
My hair.
I'm so fucking sick of not getting that damned fucking decision.
I don't care if she thinks it looks messy.
I don't care if ANYONE does.
It's my fucking hair.
It's on MY body.
Even she admitted this was too short and done AWFULLY, and now it's hideous.
Maybe this was important and needed to happen, so she would finally understand how much my hair means to me.
She was shocked at how much i cried yesterday and honestly?
I still FEEL like crying.
It's just not fair.
As a woman, especially, i shouldn't have had to lose what gave me my confidence and sense of visual appeal to others.

I know that looks aren't everything, but i really don't give two shits what anyone thinks.
What matters is what i think, and how i feel.
And right now i feel horrible.
I can't even look at it.
It's in a ponytail all the time now because i can't stand it...

So yeah, i'm pretty scorned.
I'm just full-on depressed and unhappy.
I'll get over it, and i know it will grow back, but i just want the time i need to be upset.
I'm literally grieving.
And you know what really hurts?
I was debating doing a face reveal and finally removing the mystery as to what i look like.
But nope, fuck it.
Forget it.
I'm sorry, guys...

And i'm sorry to vent but if there's something everyone should know about me, it's that my hair is my pride.
End of story.
That, and my ability to draw.

My hopes are that once it's cleaned up maybe i can find ways to enjoy or make fun of it until it grows back and i've been making jokes about it around the house, but it still stings.
And my mom and i are getting along, i'm not like openly mad at her lol.
I just hope she remains regretful because i've spent my entire life living under the scorn of everyone's else wants for me.
She can handle a month or so.
And yes, i am still laughing and smiling and being as happy as possible and being in a crappy mood only when it fits, like while typing this.

Anyway...
Here's some art depicting my deep feelings, though my mom and i both actually laughed when i showed it to her
Like can i just go a fucking week without some sort of emotional disaster bashing me???
AUGH!
And the color of the fox's fur is based off my hair's color in the light.
The glass represents both the blades that cut my hair and pride, and the mirrors we look into to judge our own looks.
I realize i have a certain level of vanity, but i never strutted around yelling "EVERYONE LOOK AT MY UNIQUE AND UNOBTAINABLE ULTRA RARE RED HAIR!!! AREN'T I FUCKING MAGNIFICENT?!"
No.
I tried to be humble, and to make it look nice when i went out.
Now i've just disconnected from my sense of physical confidence...

Anyway, enjoy.
I know i'm being a little nuts but hopefully someone out there understands.

Enjoy......

---DO NOT STEAL MY FUCKING CONCEPTS, ART OR IDEAS! IF I SEE MY SHIT BEING CLAIMED OR RE-POSTED BY OTHERS I AND MY LEGION OF FIRE-EATING NAIL-SHITTING HELL HOUNDS WILL FIND YOU AND DEVOUR YOUR GENITALS AND NIPPLES AND THEN I WILL SHOVE A PINEAPPLE UP YOUR ASS!!!---

P.S.

Don't ever go to Fantastic Sam's.
They ought to change their name to "Fantastic Shits."
I hope they lose business, and God save everyone who goes there and thinks their haircuts actually look ok.

t(=__=t) bastards....

P.S.S.

If you laughed at the cussing and creative insult bits in this description, that would actually be flattering to me.
Thank you~.