Whatever You are Feeling, Do NOT Cut Bangs!
My bangs are finally long enough to stay behind my ear. This sentence makes it sound as though this is the first time I have grown them out. Oh, would it be true, but it’s not.
Okay people, why is that when life is dealing me low blows, do I feel compelled to take a pair of scissors and cut bangs? How the hell is this going to fix anything? What is my thought process here? Oh, my hair will be easier to take care of and that will be one less thing to worry about or have to deal with in life.
Only, it never does this! For the moment, it feels like some kind of movement forward, and then about two days later, I realize that yet again, I have done something, which is really no movement forward and will require at least six months of the growing out which is ugly and always includes bobby pins.
Feeling down? Cut fringy bangs. Feeling grief, cut side swept bangs. Feeling bored, cut them straight across and gaze at the person in the mirror and wish you had decided to pick up sticks in the yard instead.
Now, all this being said, I have gotten quite good at the actual bang cutting. I know how to “do” the “side swept” which grows out so much easier than the “straight across”.
I will say it again, if you are sad, down, bored, lost…do NOT cut bangs! Make it a mantra. I know I have to, and used it just the other day. “I know I am bereft with grief, but new bangs are not the answer.”
It makes me giggle that that urge started when I was about 13, having just grown out my bangs for the first time ever. I had my first skin breakout and of course it was on my forehead which was now exposed. No amount of cover-up makeup could disguise the elevation of pimples. Damn.
I don’t get pimples anymore, I have horizontal lines, faint, but still there. Nope, not gonna do it. Not gonna cut bangs. Bangs are not the answer and will become the problem.
Man, what am I going to do for instant satisfaction, instant change? I am now forced to live in the swill of pain. Now, I need to find an actual way out.
Fess up, have you cut your bangs in a moment of sadness, anger, or whatever emotion came over you and emplored you to take shears in hand? If you feel like it (and I hope you do), share below. I love the stories of others. They help me heal and trust me, I need to heal.
Thank you for reading my piece and know that I am without bangs. They are neatly tucked behind my ears. Hmmm…do I like this look?
Oh Mary, this is wonderful! ✂️😘
Oh my… here it is. I was age 8 or 9 and I was bored, which happened frequently. I’d seen the look on TV and on the girls at my school, so, this would be a new adventure I could sink my teeth into—or at least it would keep me distracted for the next 5 or 10 minutes. I need bangs, I thought.
I rushed to grab a pair of my mom’s sewing scissors and “clip, clip, clip”. I was instantly transported to bang land! Of course, the thought occurred to me afterwards, “Mom is not going to like this. I must cover it up!” I hesitated in the mirror enjoying my new bangs, then rushed to cover it up. I went downstairs hoping no one would notice. Nope. Didn’t work. The first thing Mom said to me was, “Did you cut your hair?” Of course I said no. The look on Mom’s face said that she knew exactly what I’d done, but it was too late now to make a huge fuss. So, what have I learned? Don’t cut bangs if you’re bored!