I will never in my life forget the Summer of 2023. This was me in high school:
My hair was longer when I was younger, but maybe that’s just because I was shorter. I cut my hair my senior year and then let it grow out to my shoulders until my 26th birthday. I got a reverse Bob and I kept that haircut for 15 years, four months, and seven days:
That’s one of my favorite pictures of me and Sean and that’s my hair. But, 22 years into this horrible disease, my hair has changed. I told the woman who cuts my hair two months ago that my hair is straw so she shortened it two months ago and last month.
It was not feeling comfortable when I slept because I sleep on my back now. On the 19th, this happened:
I was nervous to get short hair! I had never had it before, and I couldn’t see myself going shorter than a reverse bob, but I like this. I texted my brothers right when I got home:
Because both of them said that, I decided to message my aunt:
And she responded:
And then, after we had that conversation, this picture showed up in my phone, because Big Brother seems to be working overtime!:
I messaged this to my aunt:
I was really dreading getting a shorter haircut. But I knew that I needed to do something because my hair did not feel good at all! The woman who has been cutting my hair for 20 years was hesitant to cut it, but she did. I texted her this Thursday:
So, I’m never going to forget this summer of 2023, but it’s NOT scary at all (just regarding my hair because everything else is awful!) It looks like I will be rocking this haircut for the next 15 years, four months, and seven days at least.