I have a wonderful story for this.

When I was thirteen, I had gorgeous long red hair. I wanted highlights for my birthday, so my mom took me to an academy (bad idea). The chick asked me if I wanted a trim, so I agreed. She started cutting. And cutting. And cutting some more. And eventually lopped off about seven inches of my beautiful hair. She didn't even layer it - it was one length, all across.

Then came the highlights. The mild blonde and red highlights I picked out were apparently not a good enough choice for her. She replaced them with nearly white blonde and super dark brown - nearly black - highlights instead.

In the end, I looked like a zebra. My mom was horrified. She took me home and fixed the cut and gave me a super cute bob. But I still looked like a smurfing zebra.

Seven inches of my hair gone, for no reason.