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blogger regrets to note that the lines below are not all happy. The post title says it all: cut my hair and I now regret. Here's my mea-blame aesthetics.
I've never been a people daring, risky and carefree on aesthetic issues. I've always been one of the leading hair medium / long in queues. Two, half a tail, side, high, low. All queues (also known as pony tail) I have tried. The benefits of a bold bangs ( straight degrafilado, lateral ) knew them by 2005, when in a fit of maternal goodness, my old lady gave me a haircut at one of the most prestigious salons (expensive ) of Lima. Between normal and left OTHER .'s When I decided to worry more for my appearance and enjoy the compliments, looks and comparisons ( todísimas a level-almost-Hollywood ) when I could and while I could.
When I arrived in Switzerland, one of the first comments I made to know it was referred to my hair, so long, silky and dark. Their mouths opened in surprise to learn that NEVER I had gone straight to the infamous dye or Japanese. Everyone marveled at what they believed a Lima Pocahontas, so different to them as natural.
As expected, the cutoff time for change was coming and decided to go to the stylist to cut her hair to my husband. It was a half games down, cheaper and with a stylist who drew attention for its palm-type cut, which she proudly pressed with your fingertips in an endless tic. We charged a special price to go together and it was most enjoyable (and convenient ). As with any relationship based in pure convenience, things cooled down between us when contradicted by making me a horrible hair roughly. I saw Peggy Bundy as but I told him that I had left as a Poodle ( and not in the sense of the word cute ).
I put up with her a few months until I moved to the city where I live now. Here, I met my next stylist through a local lady who owns a couple of beauty salons. The price is not bad and I would have cut me here today. In a fit of "renewable" I asked him to cut my long hair to above shoulder. Simulating those elegant and chic cuts seen on the red carpet. Victoria Beckham Damn! In fact, my hairdresser was sincere and told me what I asked was short and had to be sure the decision would take. He also told me that my type of hair would probably be more up / sponge in the photo that was taken as a sample. I appreciated his honesty and then asked me to do something not so short but with some parameters of my choice.
I left happy, not lying. However, having spent over 10 hours insecurity overwhelms me and I have that feeling I had before that " change" in 2005. I feel ugly, old and boring. My husband says it's because I have long hair for a long time and had not tried anything new ( at least the last 3 years ). I say that is because maybe I have no self esteem as high as I thought maybe it had been crushed by all this voluminous hair.
Tomorrow I have to go back to school and I have wanted to miss. My only consolation is that the hair may grow and grow something new to me too.
Rocío.
pd1. I know there are worse things in life, but I had to download.
pd2. Love one as they are, and not crap like these downturns.
PD3. This post is not intended that swell with praise me, nothing works so far: (
blogger regrets to note that the lines below are not all happy. The post title says it all: cut my hair and I now regret. Here's my mea-blame aesthetics.
I've never been a people daring, risky and carefree on aesthetic issues. I've always been one of the leading hair medium / long in queues. Two, half a tail, side, high, low. All queues (also known as pony tail) I have tried. The benefits of a bold bangs ( straight degrafilado, lateral ) knew them by 2005, when in a fit of maternal goodness, my old lady gave me a haircut at one of the most prestigious salons (expensive ) of Lima. Between normal and left OTHER .'s When I decided to worry more for my appearance and enjoy the compliments, looks and comparisons ( todísimas a level-almost-Hollywood ) when I could and while I could.
When I arrived in Switzerland, one of the first comments I made to know it was referred to my hair, so long, silky and dark. Their mouths opened in surprise to learn that NEVER I had gone straight to the infamous dye or Japanese. Everyone marveled at what they believed a Lima Pocahontas, so different to them as natural.
As expected, the cutoff time for change was coming and decided to go to the stylist to cut her hair to my husband. It was a half games down, cheaper and with a stylist who drew attention for its palm-type cut, which she proudly pressed with your fingertips in an endless tic. We charged a special price to go together and it was most enjoyable (and convenient ). As with any relationship based in pure convenience, things cooled down between us when contradicted by making me a horrible hair roughly. I saw Peggy Bundy as but I told him that I had left as a Poodle ( and not in the sense of the word cute ).
I put up with her a few months until I moved to the city where I live now. Here, I met my next stylist through a local lady who owns a couple of beauty salons. The price is not bad and I would have cut me here today. In a fit of "renewable" I asked him to cut my long hair to above shoulder. Simulating those elegant and chic cuts seen on the red carpet. Victoria Beckham Damn! In fact, my hairdresser was sincere and told me what I asked was short and had to be sure the decision would take. He also told me that my type of hair would probably be more up / sponge in the photo that was taken as a sample. I appreciated his honesty and then asked me to do something not so short but with some parameters of my choice.
I left happy, not lying. However, having spent over 10 hours insecurity overwhelms me and I have that feeling I had before that " change" in 2005. I feel ugly, old and boring. My husband says it's because I have long hair for a long time and had not tried anything new ( at least the last 3 years ). I say that is because maybe I have no self esteem as high as I thought maybe it had been crushed by all this voluminous hair.
Tomorrow I have to go back to school and I have wanted to miss. My only consolation is that the hair may grow and grow something new to me too.
Rocío.
pd1. I know there are worse things in life, but I had to download.
pd2. Love one as they are, and not crap like these downturns.
PD3. This post is not intended that swell with praise me, nothing works so far: (
