what's left untold

Once upon a time I used to have luscious long locks. It may be hard for my friends to believe because for one, without fail everyday, I wear my hear up. Everyone asks me why I never wear my hair down or why I keep it straight rather than having its natural curl. Want in on a little secret....?

Three years ago, I let someone cut my hair. Someone that went to beauty school. Someone that seemed like she knew what she was doing. Someone that had their own unique sense of taste and style when it came to fashion. Someone that was a close friend of mine. She seemed like she knew what she was doing and I liked the way her style looked, but never did I think she would use her same style on me. I gave her the liberty of changing my look up-a-bit since I was getting tired of the same old hair-do; BIG MISTAKE. 

As sixty minutes passed, she turns the chair around to have me take a look at the "new me" and the first thing I notice is the somewhat 'mullet' sensed haircut she just willingly gave me, and all I could think and do was stare at those six inches of hair, gone. I hurried and paid her in full and walked out the door before the waterworks started to pour. And now here I am, three years down the road STILL trying to grow out my uneven, damaged hair that I so willingly regret cutting. A part of me wants extensions, but I don't know how or where to start. A part of me wants to shave my head and wear a wig the rest of my life, but that seems a little too risky. So patiently I am waiting. Waiting for the amount of time it will take for my hair to finally be back to where it was. Back to its long, blonde, curly, healthy self. And in the meantime, you all have to get used to the slick-back ponytail and I will continue to look up hairstyles of where my hair was and where I want it to be.