An Ode to My Big-Girl Haircut

Maybe quarantine is a weird time to cut your hair. I mean, it’s not like you’re going to see anyone. It’s a risk to go to the hairdresser, even in a mask. Also, way harder to ensure your cut will be even. 

But hey, I did it anyways. 

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It was a contentious cut. My sister followed through on her promise to try and stop me if I asked for bangs again. The result of my Instagram poll “Should I chop?” was a true 50/50.

A risk.

I cut off thirteen inches. Four long ponytails that are waiting for me to get around to mailing them, so they can become a wig for someone else. It made it easier to do a dramatic chop knowing that all my hair (two years worth) wasn’t just getting thrown away.

I went with this cut on purpose. A Big-Girl Hair Cut. I wanted something that would be polished, would look pulled together with little effort, and would make me look older. And I wanted something fun, something that would make me feel alive. This deep into quarantine, and my job search, I was really looking for that “new hair new me” energy.

I also may have been reading a lot of 1920s era mysteries at the time. Regardless, I went in with a plan.

Now before you think “wow so bold, thirteen inches”, please recognize that this is not the first time that I have rocked the Bob and Bangs. Not by a long shot.

In fact, pre-cut, my hair was the longest it’s EVER been. I used to cut it at the end of every year, because I would destroy it via dance (every year) and the ends would be all dead. The bangs have come and gone too… Not always gracefully.

But back to the bangs at hand, the bangs that I’m loving. You heard me. Loving. These bangs are getting me out of bed in the morning. They encourage me to wear real clothes (when your bangs look this cute you gotta live up to them, ya know?). They encourage me to keep applying for jobs (these bangs deserve the big city). They encourage me to take walks (gotta see and be seen!). 

Now more than ever, I feel like I’ve come back to my roots. I’ve remembered my kindergarten self. That little me who didn’t have time for tangles, dressed solely for comfort (and color), and sometimes “forgot” her shoes when she went to school. If quarantine has taught me anything, it’s BE MORE LIKE KINDERGARTEN-GRACE.

 Lose the shoes, ditch the bra, and forget the brush. Oh, and rock your bangs.

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Snip snip, said the scissors
swish swish, said the broom
Look in the mirror,
a whole new You!

I wish all the happiness of a great new haircut on each of you. Thanks for being here.

xoxo,