On our drive home from the family holiday extravaganza in December I was telling hubby that I was feeling bloated and unhappy (read: fat and ugly). This was likely because my underwear were cutting off the circulation to my brain. I gained 5 lbs while home for 9 days during Christmas. 4 of the 5 lbs I attribute to See’s candy, and the other 1 lb is the fault of Peppermint Lattes. I do not take any personal accountability for the weight gain of course, and despite my efforts I have yet to loose it. This is a different post topic altogether though.
In any case, I was feeling unattractive which forced me to proclaim that I felt like my hair looked bad (particularly after seeing it in 100’s of photo’s that week unwashed or combed) and I was shocked at the amount of wrinkles I had on my forehead. I was on vacation people!
While stewing and brewing during the drive home I came to an epiphany–I would get bangs. This solved 2 of my problems at once!!! I am a genius.
A few days later I went to the hair salon, persuaded the hair stylist that yes, indeed this was what I wanted and walked out with fringe.
I liked it for the first few days. Then, as the days went on I became increasing more insecure as a result of my new bouffant. I was certain that they made me look like I haven’t had a ‘new’ hair style since the 80’s. All of my friends were very complementary and have only offered positive feedback. The most frequent complement I have received is that it makes me look 10 years younger.
I could infer that I look younger because my fringe covers my wrinkly forehead–that would make me feel 100% justified in my decision. However, my personality dictates that I analyze it to nth degree. Therefore I have determined that the reason I look younger is because I actually DO look like I am from the 80’s. And the similarity and familiarity to the 80’s is actually what is making me look younger.
You decide.
Ugh, you do NOT look 80s. Come off it girl. If you were 80s, it would be all poofy or permed or something equally lame.