what we talk about when we talk about bangs

(author's note to herself: lmao what a played out title, Martina.)

This past summer, I got bangs for the first time since I was a hella Asian bb rocking the quintessential Hella Asian Bb Bowl Cut. Allow me to take you on a journey through all the stages of bangs I have had in the past six months. (Warning: There were laughter AND tears.)

First got my bangs cut into Baby's (Babies??) by Shelbi's cousin Jessica who killed it. They looked amazing and I felt amazing and very Entry Level Alt.

Then I went to college, went to a salon ON CAMPUS and paid 8 bucks for a woman to cut my bangs straight across. I call this period The Darkest Times.

They then grew out and became not terrible, but also very puffy and kind of sad. This is the era of Coulda Been Better, Maybe Less Round Brushing Under The Blower Dryer.

I went home for Thanksgiving and got my hair chopped at Paul Mitchell, along with getting more Anna May Wong-y bangs but they ended up pretty pointy? This epoch is called Good Hair, Okay Bangs.

During the winter break, I trimmed them myself about every week to get them more rounded and they looked V V Good! but I don't have any good pictures of my bangs at this time because most pictures taken over the holiday were on NYE when I was shit hammered and could only take angled selfies such as:

Drunk winks on deck.

Post-holiday I returned to my dorm without the luxury of my mother hair scissors and the beautiful bangs grew out into Nightmare Bangs and they started parting by themselves, leading me to believe they had become sentient and were plotting some sort of coup. So I dragged myself down to the village, grabbed a pair or scissors, and started cutting. 

You are now looking at the results of cutting my bangs three separate times in the past week. Maintaining the shape hasn't been as difficult as I thought it would be, and it's actually fun to control the way my hair look for once. This morning I woke up, didn't like what one side of my bangs were doing, and just cut them. WHAT A RELIEF. I don't have to make any appointments, spend any money, or have any hairstylists ask me questions that we both know neither of us care about at all! Invest in scissors, my friends!