Who Knows What You Want Better Then Yourself
Since I was 13 I haven't trusted anyone enough to touch my hair with scissors. If someone wants to dye it or mess with it I'll gladly let them for the simple fact I can always change there mistakes or my dislikes but asking to cut it is pretty much a threat to me and I will lash out. My hair was once long enough to barely touch my butt and I knew I'd cut it soon simply because it was a hassle to take care of. I cut it to my shoulders a couple days after my 15th birthday and gave it all to 'Locks of Love' with a smile. I remember how amazed they were with all the hair in the bag and they couldn't thank me enough. I think I'll do it again real soon.