I make a general point of treating my hair gently, especially since I ill-advisedly went for the big cut a year ago. With kitchen scissors, over the bathroom sink, I sheared off around 10 inches of my long, damaged, box kit-bleached hair, and I regretted it almost instantly. Tears were shed, panic attacks were had — I felt like I had lost a dear friend. My hair has been growing in the tiniest, most minute of increments ever since. It’s gotten a little longer, and I’ve gotten a little more used to it, but I know that when it grows long again I want it to be as healthy as possible so I can keep it. Keep reading »
