Haircuts and other disappointments ✂️💈💇🏻
I have been lost these days, partly because of the hype of the carnival holidays (By the way, I didn't go anywhere) and many other tasks that I will write furthermore. Letting clear this, I'm going to write about haircuts and the peculiarity obstination of worsening my relationship with hairstylists. Since I remember, I had always hated the days when my parents brought me to the stylist; I only wished to leave that noisy and messy places. The stylists, mostly mid-age women, frequently cut my hair with a barber machine, making my hair so tiny that I remember seeing my scalp. My parents attempted to prove different hairstylists and haircuts; even my mom tested her abilities with the barber machine and scissors with me, with deplorable results. Always that my hair was cut, I felt insecure until it grew again. When I reached adolescence, I could finally decide what style I wanted to follow. My hair was constantly a problem in high school; teachers and inspectors were against certa...