I got bangs.
Granted, I realize this is probably not earth-shattering news to you.
But on a personal level, this is A VERY BIG DEAL for me. And not just because I now look like Zooey Deschanel’s less attractive second cousin.
No, this is A BIG DEAL because I haven’t changed my hair in years.
And overall, I’m highly pleased with new bangs. Save for one part.
See, that above photo is a bit of a lie. I took that after the hairstylist was done professionally taming my belligerent hair. But ever since that day, my hair has looked nothing like that. No matter how much I blowdry it, gel it, brush it, apply various irons heated to an almost illegal degree to it, I can’t get it to look like that.
And I think I know why. Just like when humans lose something, hair goes through similar stages of grief when it gets cut. For example, here is what my hair has been going through this past week–
STAGE ONE: DENIAL
STAGE TWO: ANGER
STAGE THREE: BARGAINING
STAGE FOUR: DEPRESSION
STAGE FIVE: ACCEPTANCE
As you can see, the above cartoon is blank. This is because my hair has yet to reach acceptance, so naturally, I don’t know what this stage looks like. And I have no idea when it will, if ever, happen.
But here’s to hoping it’s soon. Because I don’t know how many more people I can take asking me why I got into a fight with a weed whacker.