Since early childhood, hairdressers never were my best friends. Maybe it’s because the one who used to take charge of the destiny of my hair was my mom, as she previously worked as a hairdresser. For her beloved girl, she created a legendary masterpiece that later shaped my personality, influenced my life and made a special feature of my hair. We call those haircuts the Severus Snape style, or cute Cleopatra’s. Did I look cute? That could be, but at the same time, I am not sure those styles would suit me now.
I was an obedient girl. I never really rebelled against my mom’s choice. Yet, once I started opening my eyes to the things that we call “fashionable and trendy”, I realized that Severus Snape was out of fashion (or at least, his haircut for a girl like me). So, I did some experiments on my hair, starting by curling it and straightening it.
Unfortunately, I am not blessed with a thick head of hair. I guess that God forgot to add a little more hair in the process of my creation. More unfortunately, I started to lose a lot of hair after taking medication.
From now to then, my dislike for hairdressers has grown. Especially if they keep reminding me every 3 minutes about how thin my hair is, how they can’t give me a good haircut due to my thin hair and "Oh my gosh, how thin your hair is!" Regarding my statistics, from the 100 hairdressers I have gone to, only 1-2 kept silent or said something more useful instead of preaching to me about how thin my hair is and how I could be bald in a year.
How do I feel hearing this type of “explanation”? To be honest, I feel terribly sad and feel more stressed after it, because I keep thinking, what if I go bald soon? Maybe I'll need to use a wig for my entire life? And my impressions of such hairdressers:
And now, I am still looking for a good hairdresser. This search will last for centuries I think….