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I have never cried over a haircut until now. It’s soooo stuuuuupid of me.
I have been trying to put more into my looks, because I dunno. Self care or healing or some such nonsense. I have had three not great haircuts in a row. The first two, eh, I learned to shake it off and carry on. The first one was just wayyy shorter than expected. The second was at a very cheap place and it was a very crooked and cheap cut. Sigh.
The last?
There are bad haircuts and then there is what happened that shook me up. I won’t share the details here. I found a nice place to go to avoid another bad cut — yeah, that backfired. My therapist said it would shake up anyone. A witness was also very shocked by something the stylist did. They totally lost the plot. I eventually had to get help to be safe from them.
Afterwards, I found some place better, they fixed what they could, for free no less… just feeling that bad about what happened… and then offered to help over the next year as my hair grows back to what it was. It will be a hassle for a time to handle - time consuming, and I hate that. I hate time consuming hair stuff…
But it is hair. It grows. Whatever. Right?
I was just FaceTiming someone and I kept seeing my own hair and kept trying to hide it.
I’m over the edge of my stress cup, jumpy, dissociating, stressed, in the middle of a huge PTSD spike. Then this stupid thing happens.
Whenever I’m reminded of my hair, I am reminded of what happened… and I hate myself. Beyond words. I almost knee jerk buzz cut my hair off tonight. Just to not see what they did to my head anymore.
—
The first two not great haircut, I saw as ahhh this kinda sucks but it’s a chance to try something new.
This time???
Omg. It’s a “I am the ugliest thing on this earth” “no one lets me say no”
Etc etc. It’s a self talk train wreck in my head. I hate everything about me. Then I hate that I’m thinking about me this much. My head keeps jumping over the edge on this.
I lost someone to cancer very dear to me recently. They had no hair. So uh, how can I complain? But the negative self talk is still there, fueled by trauma and nonsense.
This sounds like the dumbest question I’ve ever asked, but any advice for coping with massive negative self talk about looks?
I have been trying to put more into my looks, because I dunno. Self care or healing or some such nonsense. I have had three not great haircuts in a row. The first two, eh, I learned to shake it off and carry on. The first one was just wayyy shorter than expected. The second was at a very cheap place and it was a very crooked and cheap cut. Sigh.
The last?
There are bad haircuts and then there is what happened that shook me up. I won’t share the details here. I found a nice place to go to avoid another bad cut — yeah, that backfired. My therapist said it would shake up anyone. A witness was also very shocked by something the stylist did. They totally lost the plot. I eventually had to get help to be safe from them.
Afterwards, I found some place better, they fixed what they could, for free no less… just feeling that bad about what happened… and then offered to help over the next year as my hair grows back to what it was. It will be a hassle for a time to handle - time consuming, and I hate that. I hate time consuming hair stuff…
But it is hair. It grows. Whatever. Right?
I was just FaceTiming someone and I kept seeing my own hair and kept trying to hide it.
I’m over the edge of my stress cup, jumpy, dissociating, stressed, in the middle of a huge PTSD spike. Then this stupid thing happens.
Whenever I’m reminded of my hair, I am reminded of what happened… and I hate myself. Beyond words. I almost knee jerk buzz cut my hair off tonight. Just to not see what they did to my head anymore.
—
The first two not great haircut, I saw as ahhh this kinda sucks but it’s a chance to try something new.
This time???
Omg. It’s a “I am the ugliest thing on this earth” “no one lets me say no”
Etc etc. It’s a self talk train wreck in my head. I hate everything about me. Then I hate that I’m thinking about me this much. My head keeps jumping over the edge on this.
I lost someone to cancer very dear to me recently. They had no hair. So uh, how can I complain? But the negative self talk is still there, fueled by trauma and nonsense.
This sounds like the dumbest question I’ve ever asked, but any advice for coping with massive negative self talk about looks?