article_snippet: the hairdresser cut a sharp new style without a mirror, so I had no preparation for the shock of seeing my face without a sharp new style normal framing.
article_snippet: I was hoping for liberation; instead when I saw me shorn all I felt was horror.
article_snippet: When I went home, my six-year-old daughter burst into inconsolable tears, crying:
article_snippet: You don’t look like my mummy any more.
article_snippet: You don’t look like my wife any more.
article_snippet: And for several days, until the shock had worn off, my husband and daughter avoided looking at me as much as possible.
article_snippet: I felt much the same way as my family —
article_snippet: every time I looked in the mirror I could barely see me there.
article_snippet: I hated my reflection.
article_snippet: I stopped feeling attractive.