I have to say that I don’t like think about the
hairdressers. When I was a child my mom didn’t lead me to the hairdresser
because SHE CUT MY HAIR!!! I have many photographs where my face is similar to a
ball because my mother cut my hair very short and with a “beautiful” bang (just
she though that it was beautiful). Then,
when she understood that she couldn’t continue cutting my hair, she let it grow.
The
years after I only had long and very straight hair, the hairdresser cut a
little bit because I didn’t trust him so I continue many year with a boring
hairstyle. Until, “the pokemon’s style”, an episode of my life that I want to
delete because after that I cut my hair as a stupid person, therefore, I only
will mention.
Well,
the years spent and I decided that I had to change my appearance and I felt that
I have to do something complete different, something that anybody think that I
could do. I tough in cut my hair very short, but I looked some photographs,
(that I mention before) and that idea disappear of my head, so I just dyed my
hair. My mom, obviously want to kill herself when she saw me, but I feel
different and, although nobody like it, I like and that it is the most
important.