Last time I had my hair cut it was down to my bum, this had grown out from a 1930s style short curly bob.
It was frizzy, with grey and greasy roots and horrible brassy ends, not from bleach but faded dye, all the colour had washed out and left a weird ugly orange colour.
I'm also a good three stone overweight and have dreadful teeth (from a period of poor mental health when I just couldn't do self care and was pretty much a swamp monster)
Once the lovely (and very slim blonde and beautiful hairdresser) had finished with me I looked and felt completely different. And she was just as pleased with her handywork as I was.
For her it was something a bit more challenging less run of the mill, but it let her be a bit more creative than just the standard root touch up and trim.
She also wasn't judgemental at all and was very reassuring saying she had seen far worse (doubtful unless she had dealt with literally crawling and matted hair, because mine was on the way to matted at the back)
It was a little nerve wracking at first but the difference was incredible. That was in June, I'm go back to her in three weeks because I'd like to keep my hair presentable enough to wear down (which it most definitely wasn't)