All of my life, I’ve wanted long, beautiful hair. Preferably down to my waist band. It has been short my entire life, with my longest length being a little past my shoulders. I have dyed it every color under the sun, bleached it, got bored and cut it countless times. I went to cosmetology school one time (beauty school dropout here!) and a fellow student melted my hair with a combination of bleach and perm solution. Knowing this school was training future beauticians, I stayed away from salons for a very, very long time and opted instead to chopping it in my bathroom.

Finally, in 2013, I caved and went to a salon. Where I received layers on one side of my head but not the other. This led to a fixation/habit of me playing with my left side constantly, ensuring that any damage will just continue on.

Ten years later, in 2023 (after another round of bleach), I decided enough was enough and caved again. I got about 2 inches of damaged cut off with the goal of finally, maybe, actually growing it for real this time. No more dye, no more bleach, no more bathroom chops.

From there I got turned onto Olaplex products and Nutrafol (thanks, Insta…) and now have the goal of seeing if I can figure out what my terminal length will be.

I will definitely get bored of it before this happens, but here’s the start with a work-break selfie: