Yep, that's me. I've been growing that mane for quite a while now. People often ask me why I have such long hair. Well, it's a story that parents of young children really need to read, because you can scar a kid for life with one bad haircut.
When I was around seven, my mother and I went on our yearly summer getaway to her home state of Missouri. I'd while away the lazy summer days swimming and playing with the farm animals.
By that point in life, my little blonde curls had grown to about my shoulders. I was seven years old and I wasn't really concerned about what my hair looked like. Heck, for all I can remember it could have been a bush.
Enter my Aunt Shirley. She's the family hairstylist. Time for a perm? Call Aunt Shirley. Need a haircut? Call Aunt Shirley. Need a wash and a set? Yep, you got it. Call Aunt Shirley.
Well, my mother and aunt got to talking one day about my curls. The decision was made that my dead ends needed to be trimmed because I was looking kind of frizzy.
Apparently they didn't realize I had curly hair. I mean, frizz is a given if you don't know what you're doing.
So one day my aunt cut my hair off. I don't mean a trim, I don't mean a couple of inches. I mean to-my-ears off.
For the entire time it took for it to grow out again, I was convinced everyone thought I was a boy. I vowed I would never have short hair again. And I haven't.


Unfortunately, like my mother and aunt, most women think that damaged ends are a part of life, and the only way to get rid of them is to cut them off.


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DerdriuMarrinerFeb 19, 2014
My hair also is curly, long, and thick. Running fingers through hair gets better results -- and also feels better -- than combing.
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