Oh dear. I don't think there's been a hairstyle I haven't had at some point, some more successful than others. I've never had a really serious relationship with my hair, if something doesn't work, I just change it the next day.

There's really only one time I can remember that I was close to tears over my hair. I went to a new hairdresser so they'd dye my hair blonde from this really deep brown I had at the time. If at the time I'd known anything about hair, I would've known you couldn't do it in one go. The hairdresser though was very confident they could do it and I believed them. Of course it ended up being this completely uneven, piss yellow pile of dry hay. Worst thing was that the hairdresser was beside themself with joy at how well it turned out. I was just stunned into silence and left with a hat pulled firmly on my head as far as it could go.

I went straight to another hairdresser and asked for a brown box dye. They asked to see under my hat and when I took it off they looked something like 😵😳🫣🫢😂😬 and said that they can't promise it won't turn out grey if I dye it now. I said I don't care, anything's better than this.

I don't remember what the box dye did, but I suppose since I can't remember, it turned out fine. Luckily I had a bob cut at the time and it grew out quickly.

So yeah, eventually, like most things, this too made me laugh. Also I don't know if this counts as coming to terms with it because I changed it right away.

Nowadays I cut my own hair and really, the only thing I can do is laugh because it usually ends up looking like a crow's nest no matter what I do. But I don't really have any options at the moment, so yeah. I've come to terms with the fact that my hair will henceforth always make me laugh. Better than crying, I suppose.