But now I kind of like them. (I know I'm a fickle pickle.) I think they were just way, way too short for the first two months. Now they are long enough so I don't look like I'm that awkward fifth grader whose mom took it upon herself to cut that poor child's bangs.
These photos will actually probably haunt me. I'll finally end up growing them out and be so thankful that I finally did. But one day down the road I will happen upon these photos and start another two year battle with myself, in which I debate whether or not I should cut them again. In the end, I will make the bad decision to cut them and hate them all over again. This is what they talk about when they talk about history repeating itself. A woman and her bangs.
That's all folks. Just a long lengthy discussion about bangs.
Have you ever made a terrible haircut choice and regretted it for far too long?