{"id":128,"date":"2006-10-28T13:50:41","date_gmt":"2006-10-28T13:50:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/christinagonzalez.wordpress.com\/2006\/10\/28\/qotd-well-id-never\/"},"modified":"2006-10-28T13:50:41","modified_gmt":"2006-10-28T13:50:41","slug":"qotd-well-id-never","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.christinagonzalez.net\/blog\/2006\/10\/28\/qotd-well-id-never\/","title":{"rendered":"QotD: Well, I&#8217;d Never!"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote>\n<p>What did you think you would never ever do&#8230; but did?&#160; <br \/><span style=\"font-size:.8em;\">Submitted by <a class=\"enclosure-inline-user\" href=\"http:\/\/murky.vox.com\/\">Murky<\/a>. &#160;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>I had my hair cut in early summer. Now that may not seem like a big deal to most people, but mine was down to my thighs and it had been sort of in a plain one length style for many years. I&#039;d trimmed it myself here and there but I hadn&#039;t let anyone else cut my hair since I was nine years old.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Why? When I was nine, I went with my mother to the children&#039;s hair place we&#039;d gone to many times over the years. I think we&#039;d asked for a cut around chin length or just below. When I was a kid, my mom always preferred my hair short and my dad always preferred my hair long. I sort of tended to waver a bit, preferring it longer much of the time, but my mom would eventually win, and my hair as a kid was usually never past my shoulders.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>This time, however, the final result was way too short. I hated it. I was nine years old and of course, hair grows back, but when you&#039;re a kid, it&#039;s devastating. And it seems to take absolutely forever. I cried about it a lot. It was roughly to my ear.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>I was so traumatized by that incident that I didn&#039;t let another person cut my hair for sixteen years.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>In the meantime, I enjoyed it once it got long. I loved all the new things I could do that I couldn&#039;t before. And so after a while, my mother relented and let me keep it, as long as I brushed and took care of it. I did just that.<\/p>\n<p>It was alternately pretty and versatile and partial security blanket. I grew up a pretty shy girl and I suppose that was a natural progression. so when it came time to consider cutting it, I was scared. I hadn&#039;t had hair that short since childhood! It was almost a part of my identity. I tied it to how pretty I was and all sorts of oddities. I was literally terrified to get my hair cut.<\/p>\n<p>I was afraid it would turn out badly and I&#039;d be traumatized for another 16 years.<\/p>\n<p>In May, I noticed an ad in a magazine for an upcoming charity event that would take place in June. It was sponsored by Redken, and all proceeds from the day would be given to b.cause, sponsoring America&#039;s Second Harvest. So I made the decision to go. I was really scared (my poor boyfriend, trying to reassure me that it would be okay), but I went. I figured I&#039;d get it cut and also donate the hair to a charity afterward.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>So that&#039;s what I did. I didn&#039;t get much sleep the night before (for a number of reasons), but I walked in there, stated approximately what I wanted (mid-back with some long layering) and even before they washed my hair, my stylist snipped off a good 15 inches or so. In a few seconds, there went a lot of hair and the rest of my fear. People kept coming around to see me and talk to me because I was obviously getting something dramatic done, and donating to two charities at once. Plus, I think my hair was kind of admired since it&#039;s never been permamently dyed or altered.<\/p>\n<p>It came out a bit shorter when dry than I&#039;d expected, but I was fine. No trauma, just the knowledge that it would grow in eventually. Now it has, and I still have all this versatility and more than before, since it&#039;s no longer nearly as heavy.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>I never really imagined having my hair cut again, let alone being happy with it, but I have.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>What did you think you would never ever do&#8230; but did?&#160; Submitted by Murky. &#160; I had my hair cut in early summer. 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