When You Don’t Like Your Haircut


I did something this week that I’ve never ever done before. Something I’ve been scared to do for as long as I can remember. Something I’ve wanted to do at least a dozen times but never had the guts.

Let’s back up. I got a haircut last week. My stylist teased the back real nice and I left feeling sassy and satisfied. One wash and an at home blow out later and I was looking very “Mom”. My angled bob was a little too straight across and there wasn’t as much texture in the back as there was last time. I didn’t love it.

grumpy face
This is my grumpy face. That forehead crease? It’ll be as deep as the pacific by the time I’m 40.

And so, for the first time in my life, I called my hairstylist and told her I didn’t like it and that I’d like to come back in. I’m 26 and have gotten many bad haircuts and lots of haircuts that just weren’t quite perfect. As a people pleaser, I’ve always been terrified to hurt the stylists feelings or come off as cheap or ungrateful. This is the first time I ever did something about it.

There are so many days that I don’t feel like a grown up. Days when I don’t feel completely comfortable in my own skin. Moments when I’m stunned that I’ve somehow gotten to be 26 years old. And then there are days that I own it. It was a silly thing and somehow, I feel better for it. It was something a real grown up would do.

And my stylist. Was she mad, hurt, or pissed? Nope. Kind as could be and totally understood. Why was I always afraid to just speak up?

Latest from Instagram

Copyright © 2018 · Theme by 17th Avenue