I have been debating for awhile now, whether or not to get some angled bangs cut into my hair. I have been a little bored with my hair and kinda felt like I needed a change. So I finally decided to get my bangs cut. Sorry Mom... :(
There is an awesome lady that I know... and she is pretty much one of the coolest cats I know. She cuts hair around campus, and when I got my hair trimmed a few weeks ago, she did it for me for $10. (GIVE HER SOME BUSINESSS)
Anyway, late last night, she got in to the dorm and so I went to her room to get my bangs cut. I had so many freaking crazy butterflies going all up, in, and around my innards. I hadn't cut my bangs for... a realllyyy long time. I was really scared that I would hate it and that I would cry and want to shave it all off.
And... that kinda did happen. When she cut them, it was like... a shock. I practically ran out of the room crying. Not because she did a terrible job cutting them, it was because I thought they were to short, that they laid funny, that it didn't look good with my hair, etc, etc.
So, I got to my room (still bawling my eyes out because that's what I do when I think my hair is ruined), and I stood in the bathroom looking at my bangs and trying to hide them in the rest of my hair with a twist braid. EVERYTIME I GET MY HAIR CUT, I cry. How pathetic?? I think I have a problem... idk... but after i put my hair up, I just prayed, "Jesus, please let me wake up tomorrow and like my hair. I want to like it, but I HATE IT right now... maybe I'm overreacting... help me not to..."
Then, I got up this morning and jumped in the shower to start getting ready for class, and when I got out, blow-dried my hair, and kinda brushed it through.... guess what??? I loved it :) I love it. See?? God even answers the super teeny tiny prayers that sometimes sounds a little ridiculous :)
I'll post a picture of my hair later!!