Before my anxiety came into the picture, I used to have absolutely no problem speaking up for myself and more commonly for those around me. Though, as my anxiety found its slithering way into my life I started second guessing myself and defaulted to not saying anything instead of making, what I would feel would be, an awkward situation.
A little over two weeks ago I went to get my hair done, I had pictures, I was specific...this girl had done my hair before and I thought that meant that I could trust her one hundred percent with what I wanted. A little under three hours later I had hair that quite frankly...I didnt have words for.
The above picture was taken that night, my hair was of yellow tint and the fact that I had showed pictures of cool tones and this is what I ended up with absolutely broke my heart. Not only was it not at all what I wanted, it was over double the price they had told me it would be.
Of course, because of the mentioned anxiety, I did not say anything...I just let it happen. I blamed it on myself and that feeling festered with me for the weeks after.
A week later was the first time I would meet all of my boyfriends family, and for the most part I would keep my hair up in a bun or pony because I just absolutely hated the way it looked. By the time I got back from the trip I was just one hundred percent done with this hair and didnt know how to proceed.
I started to think about how many other people this happen to, where what they were hoping and paying for turned out to be nothing what they had asked for...and it started to grow and grow within me. A couple of days after getting back I decided to send the salon an email and explain what had happened to me, hoping it would stop others from going through the same thing...the price different and it not being at all what I wanted...other customers could get very, very upset over it.
For those who have anxiety might be able to understand just how much physical energy it took to write an email explaining what had happened, I was on a brink of an anxiety attack the whole time.
The response I got is exactly what I should have expected but still surprised me, the manager was very apologetic and offered to completely redo my hair. It was such a small step for someone, but for me the act of saying anything caused me displeasure was a huge milestone, and I am very proud of myself.
Below is the transformation and I couldnt be happier.
