I made a mistake. I committed one of the cardinal sins of the beauty world. I went for a haircut when I was FINE. And by fine, I mean F.I.N.E. - Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional. Women should never get their hair cut when they are FINE. That's when mistakes happen. I used to go to a stylist who would perform a mini-therapy session on me whenever I wanted to make a "big" change. Based on my answers, she would either agree or refuse to grant my hair request. Once, following a particularly brutal break-up, she refused to give me a pixie cut. I still thank her for that one.
Last night, I went to a new stylist, while in the midst of one of the most emotional days I've had in a long time. I had decided I wanted bangs. I havent had bangs since I was about 12. I remember the agony of growing them out then. But clearly, I didn't remember it well enough. So now I have bangs. I also apparently have a cowlick. Bangs and cowlicks do not mix. I also have fly-aways (from that one day I overheard one of the girls at the gym say "skinny body, fat hair" as she teased her hair. I laughed so hard, and loved her hair so much, I quickly followed suit. That was also a mistake). Fly-aways, bangs and a cowlick do not mix. I tried to make the bangs stay in place by using styling wax. Now they just look greasy.
Greasy bangs + cowlick + fly-aways = not my best look.
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