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Bestest Friend: My Locks

When someone tells you to "trust them", you do exactly the opposite of that.  No really, it doesn't really matter who that someone is but if somebody feels the need to tell you to believe in them and their words, then really they have a reason to make you feel like maybe you shouldn't trust them.

This is no post about love and relationships; integrity and loyalty...  This is about my latest hairdresser trial whilst abroad for my recent internship at CNN.  So I find it hard to understand why a qualified hairdresser isn't capable of following simple instructions.  Without being stereo typical or anything, I cannot recall ever going to a Turkish hairdresser and not being told to get a haircut with of course a long list of reasons why and how it will look in the end.  I have one hairdresser who I swear by in the UK, who actually listens, too, for that matter and refuse to let any other so - called hairdresser to even trim the ends of my hair.

Moving onto the word "trim", aswell.  They don't know what a trim is in Turkey.  Their perception of a trim is basically a good old chop in the book of people like you and I.  I must admit, they do a good job with hair dying and I did get my ombre topped up just in time for summer, (though there is no such thing as summer in London), but why oh why do you want to trim my hair?  All I heard was, "please, trust me.." and "if only you would trust me, I would give you nice layers.." No.  I didnt ask for them... I specifically grew my layers out as I wanted a change so it was then that I decided.  When someone pleads that you confide in them or repeatedly tells you that you should do something different (even though layers are all I've ever had and the straight cut that I have is the change) it is because they don't even trust themselves.  They have no other way of persuading you to allow them to get through to you so they repeatedly tell you to trust them.

Anyway. Did I trust him?  Absolutely not, and I hope you will take a relevant lesson from this post in whichever aspect of life it is, (particularly hair).

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