|Showing off the signature bangs of my childhood, circa 1983. Also, I really loved that dress.|
Now, the photo above, which was taken when I was maybe three, shows my bangs on a pretty good day. They were thick and blunt cut (as they always were for me -- no wispy fringe here), and, except for a little section on one side that decided to do its own thing, all pretty much laid flat against my forehead.
But once I was old enough to do my own hair (I don't really remember when that was, but I'll say junior high), I found out just how difficult my bangs could be. A couple examples...
1) There was the time in 7th grade that, while blowdrying my hair before a friend's Bat Mitzvah, I decided to cut my own bangs. While they were wet. All I can say about that one is, OOPS. Before I knew it, they had dried and shrunken up to right below my hairline.
2) Once I got into high school, my bangs really started having a mind of their own. Even though I blowdried them immediately after getting out of the shower, they would still puff up and start turning inward instead of lying flat. And, keep in mind that my bangs were always on the thick, blunt side, so they were ... um ... interesting looking, to say the least.
Once I hit my senior year of high school and saw the way they acted in my senior pictures, I knew something had to change. I always really liked having bangs, even with the struggles of getting them to look and act the way I wanted them to, but the time had come for me to move on. By the end of that year, I had grown them out to match the rest of my bob, which I then promptly chopped off into a pixie cut before I started college.
And now? No bangs for me. I have happily kept away from long fringe, sideswept bangs, the whole nine yards. I'm good with an exposed forehead.
But, I do have to say, I miss the cute factor they provided when I was two years old.
Did you ever have bangs? Did you like them? Let me know in the comments!