When I was five, I took a pair of scissors, and the morning of my kindergarten photos, I cut my fringe. My face said it all. I was SO happy with myself – my parents, not so much. That photo sits with pride on the mantlepiece at my parents house, and it no doubt shaped my lifelong obsession with cutting my own hair – and then cursing myself for not letting it grow. Now, with my hair as long as it’s been since I was a kid, I am getting asked all the time “How did your hair grow so long, so fast?!”. So here you have it – the extreme lengths I’ve gone to to grow my hair.
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