This is the most emotional part, the part where you’re more likely to cry, tears of joy and sadness all at once, because it’s the point of no return *insert horror music*.
Whether you grab a pair of scissors yourself or head over to the salon, or gradually snip off relaxed ends – the chop must happen. I went to the salon armed with big earings and a popping lip colour to soften the blow. I had it cut, shed a tear (or two), called my girl and headed out for celebratory drink.
And all is well that ends well. There is nothing to fear ladies. You’ll love your hair and you’ll discover a new confidence.
Just remember that you will look different and that’s all part of the journey. You might even find new angles to your face.
Chat soon 🙂