Chop! Chop!

Okay everyone, I actually did it. I, Enjoli Canfield, have cut my hair! Haha! Maybe some of you who don't know me are thinking, "Okay... so you cut your hair... why is that so significant?" Well, if you do know me, you know that I have (had) extremely long hair (about an inch past my waist) and hadn't cut it for 6 1/2 years. That's a long time. I almost thought I would never cut it.
So how did I decide to do it? My family has been telling me and teasing me about cutting my hair for the last year or two. Whenever they mentioned it I would quickly say no and hold my hair protectively.  I couldn't help but notice that my hair was starting to look really dead on the ends though. It was getting a little annoying and my hair was breaking and splitting a lot. My hair looked longer and healthier a year or two before. I also prayed about it ('cause why not? He cares about every hair on our head, right?) and realized a few things. First, I cared too much about my hair and realized that my hair was kind of a security thing to me.

Anyways, it was about time to cut it and I knew it. My mom scheduled an appointment for me. So, the time came. I was a little nervous, but mostly kind of excited. The guy was amazed at how my long my hair was and couldn't believe it when we told them I hadn't cut it for 6 1/2 years.
"6 and a 1/2 years! Really? Wow" he exclaimed while examining my hair.
Then he asked how much I wanted. We told him I just needed to cut all the dead off so my hair could be healthy again.
He put the apron-thing over me and had me stand up (because of how long it was) as he cut the biggest chunk off. My parents even brought the video camera for the occasion! :p Then he started to chop it off. I stood absolutely still, and a little tense as I felt the scissors pulling and cutting my hair. It felt so high up! The next moment, he was done cutting the basics (he still needed to touch up). I looked in the mirror.
"How do you feel?" my mom asked.
I stared in the mirror while running my fingers through my hair. "I can't beleive I cut it! It's so... so... short!"
"It's not that short." she answered.
"It just feels so short. But I'm still glad I'm cutting it."
After that, he put me back into the seat and cut some minimal layers and brushed things up.
"He's cutting more off?" I thought to myself. "Well, I trust he knows what's he's doing." 
Now, where I went for my hair cut is kind of on the fancy side. They really like to pamper you. After he finished cutting my hair, he took me to wash my hair. He led me to this quiet, dimly lit room, and set me down in the reclined chair over the washing bowl. He put a cooling mask over my eyes, told me to relax, then started massaging and scrubbing my head. It felt amazing. He also put some sort of cooling (Like peppermint) stuff in my hair, and then laid a warm towel over my face and under my neck for a few minutes.
After the washing ordeal was over he took me back and dried my hair. Finally, I was done.

Before...

After!

"What do you think?" he asked me.
I kind of stared at myself in the mirror in astonishment.
"I'ts so short! Well, not really, I mean it's so much shorter. But, I really like it! In fact, I love it! Thanks so much!"
He smiled, satisfied with his work and said, "You are so beautiful!"
He handed me the ponytail of my hair to keep. I wasn't really sure if I wanted to keep it, but my Dad was already taking it. 
I was ecstatic about my hair cut. Everything was a new experience for the next couple of days. It was surprising how easy it was to wash and brush!
So, yep, I have officially cut my hair! I really like it and think it's really pretty, but of course I know that what's most important is that my inside is pretty. It's like the new me, and I want to make sure I'm pretty inside (and out!) :D