In my mind’s eye, I have fringes/bangs. But no matter how many times I ask my stylists’ “honest opinion,” they never give in. In Pakistan as well as in the U.S., the stylists have united against my bangs. They just always say, “Nah, girl, not for you. It is not a flattering look for faces like yours.”
Does that change how I think I’ll look with bangs? No, ma’am.
But I am not a risk-taker. So I never get bangs at the salon. Unconvinced by the stylist, I get my usual 2″ cut with moderate layers, and hold fast in my heart to the image of gorgeous me with bangs.
But for $2.50 or so, I picked up clip-bangs from the pharmacy yesterday. And I DON’T CARE WHAT ANYONE THINKS. I feel glamorous and I just don’t care.
We were watching Rampage when I suddenly appeared before my husband and daughter, and asked, “So what do you think?” From their expressions, you’d think a monster gorilla had appeared before them.
Again, I DON’T CARE.