That Time I Cut Off All My Hair...

Last week, I told you about the time that my hair turned green on my honeymoon and a lot of you commented about how you were surprised I didn't just cut it off and I have to confess that while I didn't immediately cut it off, I did get an extreme chop shortly thereafter....

You see, I haven't cut my hair since 8th grade (over a decade)...I would get the mandatory trim with the minimum amount cut off each time. Occasionally when I was feeling wild I would throw in some side bangs, then I would remember how much I hate them and grow them out. I always said that when I graduated college, I would chop it all off and donate it, but when that day rolled around I couldn't bring myself to do it. The deadline then became when I graduated with my MBA, but that didn't happen either. My hair had become my identity--my security blanket, if you will. At that point, I feared that I would never be able to cut it off.

Once I survived the green hair debacle and realized that going out in public with green hair wasn't the absolute end of the world, I knew I was ready to cut my hair off. I waited until the green FINALLY went away then started researching places to donate my hair and pinning short hairstyles for possible options. Because my hair had been highlighted in the past and was damaged a bit from being green, my donation options were, unfortunately, limited. I ended up finding Children with Hair Loss and decided to donate my hair to them!

My cousin was absolutely shocked when I text her that week letting her know that I was finally ready to cut my hair and feared that I would chicken out, but I didn't!

This photo was taken about two months prior to the big chop. 

It was so crazy to see my hair (almost 13 inches) laying on the counter! 

The after shot!

This is where most haircut posts would end, but nothing is every easy in my life so the story goes on...

When she cut my hair, it apparently opened the cuticle and released the green color so it started spreading! She tried to disguise her terror while I was hysterically laughing. I kept reassuring her that it wasn't her fault and that it was fixable and just to dye it. So, she picked the closest color to my natural hair and started dying it, but it was getting worse! After consulting with a few other cosmetologists, they decided to put orange/red (I think?) in my hair to counteract the green and it worked! My hair ended up a little darker than my natural color but it faded to the exact shade (I won't lie, I was kind of bummed when it faded because I was actually digging the darker hair)!

This is what it looks like now

The whole process taught me a lot about myself and made me feel more comfortable in my own skin. After 8 months of having short hair, I think I have decided to grow my hair out again, but I would definitely love to cut it off and donate it again in the future!