Okay, so, the “psychology of cutting hair short” thing… it wasn’t some grand, planned experiment, more like a slow burn that ended with me grabbing the scissors. Let me break it down.
It all started with bad hair days. Like, consistently bad. I’d spend ages styling it, and within an hour, it’d be a frizzy, shapeless mess. I started feeling trapped, you know? Like my hair was dictating my mood.
Then came the scrolling. You know how it is, endless feeds of perfectly styled bobs and lobs. I started saving pictures, imagining myself with that effortlessly chic look. It felt… liberating, somehow.
The turning point? A really awful week at work. Stress levels were through the roof. I just felt this overwhelming urge to shed something, to get rid of the weight. And that’s when I started seriously thinking about chopping it all off.
I didn’t just dive in headfirst. I did the research. I watched YouTube tutorials on how to cut your own hair (yeah, I know, probably not the smartest move). I even considered going to a salon, but the idea of someone else controlling the transformation felt… wrong. This was something I needed to do myself.
So, one night, fueled by desperation and maybe a little bit of wine, I went for it. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, my heart pounding, and started snipping. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
Big mistake #1: I started too short. I got a little scissor-happy, to be honest.
- First, I sectioned my hair (kinda).
- Then, I started cutting, aiming for a shoulder-length bob.
- Next thing I knew, it was way shorter than I intended.
Panic set in. I looked like a soccer mom who’d lost a bet. It was NOT the chic, effortless look I was going for.
Mistake #2: unevenness!
- The back was shorter than the front.
- One side was noticeably longer than the other.
I tried to fix it, of course, which only made things worse. More snipping, more unevenness. I was in a full-blown hair-cutting crisis.
Eventually, I had to admit defeat. The next morning, I sheepishly walked into a salon and begged a stylist to fix my mess. She was amazing. She evened things out, added some layers, and somehow managed to turn my disaster into something resembling an actual hairstyle.
The end result? It wasn’t exactly what I’d envisioned, but it was okay. More importantly, I felt… lighter. Not just physically, but emotionally too. The act of cutting my hair, even though it was a total DIY fail, felt like a release. It was a small act of rebellion against the stress and frustration that had been building up.
Would I recommend cutting your own hair? Probably not. But would I recommend doing something drastic when you’re feeling overwhelmed? Absolutely. Sometimes, a change in appearance can be a powerful way to reclaim control and shake things up a bit.
Lessons Learned:
- Don’t trust YouTube tutorials when you’re emotionally unstable.
- Scissors are sharp, and regret is real.
- Sometimes, the biggest transformations come from the smallest acts.
And most importantly, if you’re going to attempt a DIY haircut, maybe skip the wine first. Just sayin’.
