Standing once again looking in the mirror only to see the same thing.
I used to have long hair... like crazy weird long. My parents are hippies and they had a love for long hair and I didn't argue. My hair had well hit my calves before I decided, in college, to chop it all off. Since then, every stylist I have seen always cuts my hair the same. Every time I would go to get my hair cut I would toy with pictures of different cuts, the idea of doing something drastic, something extreme, something that wouldn't make me come home disappointed once again. Finally Chris just plain out called me out, "Just do it already!"
So I sat down into my friend's, who is a stylist, chair and said, "Do whatever you want. Any length, any style... Anything."
It was a bit crazy to watch as hair kept coming off...
The strangest part now is I still go reaching for my pony tale. Like when my niece asked me to teach her how to do a fish tale braid, "Oh, yea..."
Before: (sorry best shot I had considering that I forgot to get a before pic)