Day 22: Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.
No regrets. Right?
Except that one time when I was maybe eight years old and my hair got tangled in a curling iron. So bad it had to be cut. The rest of my hair was shoulder length...the cut was made just above my ear lobe. Luckily, I guess, it was in the front. And rather than hacking off all my hair, I just went with it. It was the 80s, right? Totally okay to have one side of your hair 4-5" shorter than the rest. I was so punk rock.
But I was eight. I can't recall caring all that much. It grew fairly quickly. But for 3-months of my life I had a 1/4 mullet...so, I really wish I hadn't played with the curling iron.