I have struggled with liking and hating my hair. My husband likes it long (anything past my shoulder is long). When he first met me about ten years ago, I was going through my â€œgrunge phaseâ€ and my hair was boy-short (especially in the back) and burgundy. Scary, eh? lol. Anyway, he was not interested in me in that way (nor, truth be told, was I interested in him as anything other than a friend). I quit dyeing my hair, and even tried to have it dyed back to near my normal color. The result was absolutely horrible. Do you remember those barbie-looking dolls in the â€™80s that had silver bodies with neon colored hair? Well, my hair ended up THAT shade of hot pink when they tried to bleach out the burgundy. I ran out of time and had to leave the salon before they could bleach it a third time – I had to go to work with that hair color! The next day I was to go back, but Benjamin stopped by my house before I left for the appointment . He saw me with pink hair! I had successfully hid it from my family because I worked a late shift at the hospital, and I did not come out of my room until they had all left the next morning. But HE saw it. He still teases me about it today.
After that, I let my hair grow until it passed my shoulders. Then I went to college in hot and humid Florida, and after only a couple of weeks off came my hair again. I wore it that way until I came home from college, then started growing it back. Hmmâ€¦just five weeks later my husband proposed, lol. I have changed length several times since we got married, but have mostly kept it below my chin.