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I had waist-length hair in my early teens. Stick straight, black, and a massive pain to deal with, because I was a harried, sleep-deprived student who didn't look after it properly, and as a result it was usually knotted and tangled and unkempt looking. I kept it because I thought it made me prettier and I was, like many 14 year old girls, desperate to be seen as pretty.
As I got older I shortened it up a bit, but still felt beholden to it at times. A year ago I had it bleached platinum blonde on a whim, which only looked good when carefully styled, otherwise appearing to be a mass of dead straw. Last night I got so fed up with the way it felt that I took a pair of scissors and lopped off every piece of bleached hair on my head.
It looks very stupid now. I have a full-blown 80s douchebag mullet. And I also feel 10x lighter, happier, and freer. Here's to little victories!