When I was deliberating about getting bangs cut or not, I figured it was a pretty low-risk change as far as hair goes. “Try bangs for a while, then when you’re sick of them, just sweep them to the side of your face, all cute-like, and you’re good to go!”
After about three months of having bangs, I felt ready to start growing them out again.
However. I did not foresee THIS, is what I’m saying.
I alternate between the Sister Wife swoop back, or blazing through my day looking like a gymnast with clips and bobby pins to tame the flyways.
Not cool, bangs. Not cool.
Live and learn.