There's something about the snip snip of the scissors that tickles my esteem pink. The final product, after 45 minutes of blow-dry maneuvering and meticulous cutting, is wonderful. My hair blows in the wind, swooshes at every head flip. Light reflects off the sheen. My fingers run through smoothly, encountering no knots whatsoever.
But then I wash it.
My spirals bounce up, losing approximately 2 inches of my straightened length. This haircut around I decided to get short bangs (I originally wanted Nicki Minaj bangs but I decided against it) and have the length tease my shoulders. Everything looked great straight.
Now I have really short bangs that are basically unmanageable. Looks like I'm going to have to do the Hillary Clinton or revert to my high school ways and daily straighten my bangs for the time being.
I went to bed with my hair wet [a great technique for great curls] and woke up to this:
Without freckles and red hair, of course.
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