Her 7½-Foot Tresses Sweep the Ground—Meet the Modern-Day Rapunzel Turning Every Head

Alia Nasyrova’s hair doesn’t simply cascade—it glides along the floor like liquid chestnut silk, measuring an astonishing 90 inches from crown to tip. For passers-by, the sight feels plucked from a fairy-tale illustration brought to life.

Now 33, Alia calls herself the “Queen of Super-Long Hair,” a title she’s earned after two patient decades of growth. On her personal website she models elaborate braids, loose waves, and cinematic hair flips for devoted fans who subscribe for exclusive content—proof that a childhood love of storybooks can, in fact, become a career.

The upkeep is nothing short of ritual. A gentle wash consumes a full hour; air-drying stretches into an entire day. Suitcases must make room for the 22 pounds of shampoos, serums, and silk wraps she swears by. Alia even spreads a yoga mat for daily “hair workouts,” easing knots and coaxing shine with massage oils.

Her husband, Ivan, navigates life beside this living waterfall with amused reverence. “I talk to the braid politely,” he jokes, carefully guiding stray strands out of harm’s way before closing car doors or leaning in for a hug.

Alia’s locks may brush the ground, yet the Guinness World Record remains in China, held by Xie Qiuping at 18 feet 5 inches. Rather than compete, Alia dreams of touring the globe to meet fellow long-hair legends, believing every record-breaking mane is a canvas—and every woman who grows one, an artist in her own right.

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