Can a Haircut Change Your Life? ; 1) Lifestyle2) She's Had Waist-Length Locks Since Childhood -- When Other Girls Called Her 'the Witch'. Now Liz Jones has Gone for the Chop and Finally Feels Sexy. So Could It Work for You?3) I Feel Like a Totally Different Person From the One Who Never Got a Date and Whose Husband Cheated On Her

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MY LAST haircut was at the age of five, when I decided to grow out a monkish bob with a heavy fringe. I quite liked the fringe because it hid my forehead, and the bob because it swung in front of my face, concealing my rather flat, uninteresting profile, and so I decided I needed an even more impenetrable first line of defence. As I got older, my hair grew with me, a heavy, often greasy, invariably split-ended curtain behind which I could hide. I have never used my long hair to flirt with, coquettishly, to plait, or to put up in elaborate 'dos'. Oh dear me no.

It was just a long, heavy, hairy version of a burka, out of which two big dark eyes would peep, nervously, at the world. Having long hair -- by the time I was 12, it reached way past my bottom -- became my trademark, my USP. I was always 'the girl with the long hair'. It was very hard to look after, like a giant, unruly pet. All of my pocket money would go on sachets of pale blue Wella conditioner, and vaguely scientific-looking white bottles of Protein 21, which promised to mend split ends (it didn't; I was reduced to snipping them off, one by one). I always had to be excused from swimming because my hair wouldn't fit in a floral rubber hat, and I wasn't allowed to drip in the next class. Sometimes, I would miss my stop on the bus because the person next to me was inadvertently sitting on my hair, and I was too timid to ask them to move.

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Can a Haircut Change Your Life? ; 1) Lifestyle2) She's Had Waist-Length Locks Since Childhood -- When Other Girls Called Her 'the Witch'. Now Liz Jones has Gone for the Chop and Finally Feels Sexy. So Could It Work for You?3) I Feel Like a Totally Different Person From the One Who Never Got a Date and Whose Husband Cheated On Her

As a teenager, I would daydream about a boy softly pushing my hair from my face and exclaiming: 'Oh my God, but you're beautiful.' Of course, no one ever did that. Only relatively recently did I find out that at my local youth club I was known as 'the witch'. Very young, I developed a phobia of hairdressers -- my mum would occasionally encourage me to go 'just for a trim'; I always refused - - that I still have. While I am sure there a...

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