Hair Disaster 2008

So I went to the salon today asking for the most basic thing in the world - a trim. Just a tiny trim to clean up my ends because they were looking a little rough. Simple request, right? WRONG.

Hair Disaster 2008

Somehow “just a trim” turned into “let’s give this girl some chunky bangs she absolutely did not ask for.” The stylist was like “oh these will look so cute and youthful!” and before I could protest she was chopping away. I literally watched my forehead disappear in the mirror. I look like I should be haunting a boarding school or reading tarot cards at a carnival.

I told my roommate Jess I’m not leaving the house until these grow out. She laughed and said I’m being dramatic. Maybe I am? But also maybe I look like I cut my own hair with safety scissors??? The jury’s still out. At least my nursing school clinical rotations don’t start for another week so I have time to figure out how to make this work. Or invest in some really good headbands.