You see my hair!? I’m off my meds… I could die today for standing up for myself and loosing my shit over some ones ignorant fucking attitude. This is the world we live in. When I went in to get it cut my instructions were go make it short in back, spikey on top and long in front, framing my face as it has since fucking highschool (minus a few other sorry stylists mistakes)! Her response was… You don’t want to look like a boy do you!?
And then she cut off my whispies (which were grown down long past my chin) cuz she said it’s what she does and what was good for me… I was sitting in her chair crying and asked her 3 times to stop cutting my hair before Ross got up and got the manager to stop it.
Tonight I’m meeting with the regional manager to fix what is left of my hair cuz not one bit of it is the slightest bit even. And again, I’m off my meds, because they caused permanent neurological and physical problems for me, and I’m expected to keep my shit together.
I should have never left my house.
Again.
