Every year since 2008 I've gone through this. I love bangs. I have wanted the chic, mod fringe ever since I was 14 or so. I have a super weird cowlick, though, so it wasn't until 2008 after a traumatic breakup that I worked up the courage to snip them.
(Dramatic hair changes and cookie dough are the best ways to get over a breakup in my opinion.)
Every spring I decide I'm sick of them. The cowlick gets out of hand, they won't fall straight, they won't cooperate, kill me now I'd rather be dead than deal with these FREAKING BANGS.
I'm paraphrasing and censoring, obviously.
Let the record show that I have no beef with the maintenance of bangs. I
don't mind doing them every day. I DO mind the few occasions where they
REFUSE to lie flat and instead create a gap on my forehead. See below. Ew.
But then I start the dreaded process of growing them out. I feel like my face looks fatter. The cowlick is still my worst enemy. I hate the Lauren Conrad braiding back my bangs because it feel so 2007 to me. Headbands and bobby pins are a daily necessity, and I can't just blow my hair out because it looks flat - resulting in messy buns often (see below). I look ok about 30% of the time, I think.
So I'm asking for some help. My most trusted parties (The Beard and my mom) are split for bangs and no bangs, respectively.
What do you guys think? I'm sure I'll go back and forth a few hundred more times. But still - your opinion is valued here at Black with a Chance of Cheetah.
To Bangs? Or Not to Bangs?