Now let me start by establishing how big of a deal this was for me. I realise this sounds super dramatic, and the only context I can give here is that I grew up thinking long hair was an absolute MUST as a young girl, something I’ve obviously carried with me into adulthood. 

Put simply long hair = beauty.

I put it down to a sign of the times and as a 90’s baby and 00’s teen, this meant keeping your hair long enough to let those scrunchies, butterfly clips and plastic slide combs shine. Don’t even get me started on my experience with a crimper, but we will leave that story for another day.

Let’s cut to the present day and call it stressful, to say the least. 2020 is really throwing us some curveballs and it left me seeking a positive change — one that was entirely within my control and so several hours and 95+ screenshots later I decided I was going to cut my hair.

Now, again I appreciate I am being 110% dramatic over here but I’ve never let my stylist cut more than an inch off my ends, so I was panicked/nervous/excited/ready — a true rollercoaster of emotions. 

After only 2.5 hours I felt I had experienced the entire spectrum of human emotion. It was not quite Britney circa 2007, but a stress cut none the less and one I am entirely thrilled with. 

Justine, you’re a true wizard behind the chair and as your saying goes “Be Dramatic, But Don’t Be Dramatic About It”.

Go for the snip ladies, you won’t regret it.