she shall bang no more.

so a couple weeks before christmas break i cut myself bangs.

sidenote: i love change. i dye my hair follicles contantly. i change around my room. i eat weird food. i like to move. i pick up new hobbies. i try different fashion ideas. i LOVE change.

i seem to cut my bangs twice a year. it typically happens when i see a picture of some cute girl with whispy bangs. and i think to myself "golly, she looks so happy and adorable with those bangs. i'll bet i would look that good too, IF i cut mine. i mean i know i've finally grown em out since the last time i got scissor happy, but this time i'm sure i'll really like em."

NO! marlee. i say NO! don't cut your freakin bangs. it's gotta stop. you like them for 8.5 days and then you litterally want to buzz your hair. your hair doesn't like bangs. they just get stringy and ugly and you cannot style them!!! so just cut it out! (no pun intended.)

I AM NOW PLEDGING TO NOT CUT MY BANGS.

this pledge may cease when your last name has been changed. and you cut your hair to a pixie. THAT"S IT!

 

 

hope your hair days are better than mine. i'm gonna go google "27 ways to pull your bangs back" and "12 reasons why you're actually running away from your personal issues when you change something about your appearance."

 

xo.

-M.