Why am I irritated? Well, I wanted to touch on the fact that my dad hated my hair.
His reaction irritated me (now that I think about it). Sure, that's his reaction and I'll always be his baby girl blah blah blah...
But, why in the Sam Hill (something my co-worker always said 'Sam Hill') does it matter whether I cut my hair our not? I feel like singing India Erie, I AM NOT MY HAIR.
Wouldn't you think that you would just be happy? But, I have to be going thru something in order to do something so drastic. I wanted to cut my hair. I have been battling with my hair and wanting to go natural. But, my fear of others reactions stopped me.
When he told me he hated my hair, I told him 'Oh well, IT'S JUST HAIR and it will grow back!'. He just kept repeating "I just don't like it, what are you going thru".
I'm going thru CONTROL!