If I had a picture of myself in the 5th grade to show you, I would. And you would laugh and laugh and laugh and laaaaaaaugh. Sadly, I don't think any pictures survived my post-pubescent shame. I ripped them all to shreds, because of THAT HAIRCUT.
I'm 28 years old, and I only achieved victory over THAT HAIRCUT last week. May I introduce you to the newest member of the Cazac household, my BAAaangs. I've begun referring to my life in terms of "before the bangs" and "after the bangs." B.B. and A.B, respectively.
I love them.
They have super-powers.
You see, ever since THAT HAIRCUT, I've been terrified to change my hairstyle. These bangs won a long and arduous 13 year battle with fear. It might seem silly, but living life in the A.B. (After Bangs) I feel like more change is possible. I feel freer to express myself and my opinions than I ever have before, and I'm loving it.
(I realize a man would never understand the superpowers of a haircut.)
I'm not yet fully accustomed to my new-found bang-fueled confidence, and I recently posted a few pictures on Facebook and asked, "So.. what do you think??"
Hrrrrm. Kind of a mistake. I already knew my opinion. I'm still learning, even now that I'm a mom, exactly what my style is and how I want to carry myself. I've always thought women who wear nose rings are intriguing for their confident beauty. That's something that I'm aiming for, too... I really meant to say:
Here's my new haircut!
Don't you love my bangs?! I do!
Here's me with a nose-ring. I kind of adore it.
These things make me feel confident, fun, and more like the 'self' I know deep down.
Lots of love,Lindsey