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I saw a photo of Alexa Chung in a magazine while mooching about in leggings and one of those breastfeeding tops that are a great idea but not very fashion forward. She has a fringe, that Alexa Chung, and green eyes and brown hair. She’s very thin. I have no fringe, brown eyes, blonde hair (dyed) and a wobbly just-had-a-baby paunch. At the time, I hadn’t showered in about three days and was existing largely on fried goods. I took a photo of myself on my phone, examined it closely and thought, ‘You know what? I would probably look as good as Alexa if not for this side part.’ Ergo: I should totally get me a fringe. Yes. A fringe. So I booked a time at a hairdressing salon I found reviews of online. Five stars, four and a half stars, so many stars. Only criticism was it was a bit expensive but how much could a cut cost?, I thought. ‘And you’ll look just like me,’ encouraged Alexa, folded carefully and tucked into the side pocket of my handbag. On the day, I was pumped. I fed the baby and h

Abrunette with hair past her shoulders walks in, speaks to the front desk, and takes a seat next to me in the designated waiting area. To our right, a row of four chairs occupied by other customers are lined with tables, each of them scattered with scissors, razors, hair dryers and other shiny metal tools of various sizes and shapes. Each chair is being tended to by a woman. When one of the chairs finally opens, the barber calls the brunette next to me over. Once seated and wrapped with a plain black cape, she’s asked what she wants for today. “I want to go short,” she says without skipping a beat, the curl of a confident, excited grin tugging at the corner of her lips. “Real short.” The barber smiles widely, the sign of an immediate understanding sparking between them. After ironing out the details and swiping through a few photos on a smartphone, the scissors come out. I watch as each clump of wispy brown strands drops to the floor at her feet. By the end of the appointme

Every woman knows this feeling of helplessness when the book exaggerates a bit with the scissors and dares to do something beyond what he was asked to do. This is also the reason why masses of women were left with their jaws on the floor when a Turkish hair stylist decided, on his own initiative, to cut his model's hair in front of the cameras - leaving her shocked until the moment she could no longer stand it and fainted. This terrible tragedy was broadcast in Turkey as part of the reality show for hairdressers in the style of "Project Runway" - only with books, in which hairdressers compete against each other for the title of the country's book. In the final episode of the "You Are My Hair" program, the book Bilal Agen planned to cut the hair of his model, Ilida, in order to donate it to cancer patients as part of the "Let My Hair Be Your Hair" campaign. Although his intention was good and the model was aware of the campaign, he did not update

 She is sitting on the chair wrapped in a cape with hair on it that until recently was a part of her.  A stranger took control of her hair from her.  The hair stylist bends her head and moves it to an angle that is comfortable for him and even when he stops she does not move his head from the angle he has chosen for her.  He cuts her hair with a haircut machine that rattles her ears and cuts her hair ... Notice how the hair stylist cuts her hair, with the forcefulness that signifies he controls, her hair is his now! She sits and does not take out her hands what cape, I'm sure the hair cut from her bothers her neck, itchy, but she does not touch it! When her head is bent she does not lift it even when the hairdresser stops, and although she is sure her neck hurts from bending, but she is not  moving because she has not control over her head, as long as she is sitting on the chair wrapped in a cape she does not decide!

 She sits in the chair like a good girl, with a white cape wrapping around her body and reminding her that the hair stylist has taken over her hair.  Her head is bent down, some of her hair is gathered in clips and some is loose. The loose hair will be thrown on the floor in a moment and she will remain shaved with bristles.  Her head bends and at some point her neck starts to ache, but it does not interest the hair stylist, and if she lifts her head the hair stylist will bend her head again ... he turns on the clipper that makes a loud noise, a noise that conveys a feeling that he is eager to shave her hair.  .. the hair stylist starts shaving her hair, the hair is thrown on the floor .. small hairs interfere with her nape ... she sits under pressure but does not move, she knows she is not in control now ... and that's how it should be

She was sitting on the chair and he wrapped her body with a cape, now she already knows that her hair is in his hands.  He bent her head, combed her hair and gathered some of it with a pin The part that remains scattered will soon make its way to the floor in a hair salon. Her head is bent and the hair stylist takes the clipper to shave her nape. The noise of the clipper is loud and very noisy in her ears, this is the first time she has been pressed.  He starts shaving her hair on the back of her neck, and the clipper makes more noise as he cuts her hair.  Her hair is thrown on the floor in a hair salon, and she suddenly feels part of it separate from her.  She suddenly feels the cold hands of the hair stylist, she feels the bristles left on her nape. It's weird to her, it bothers her, it's a little itchy too, but it's too late to regret it. She would come out of the hair salon knowing that such a beloved part of her was left dropped on the floor in a hair salon.  Her hair.

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