A few weeks ago, in a fit of frustration at my hair, I trimmed my bangs a bit, and spent the last few weeks astonished at how much more pleasant it was to not have those long fringes in the way. I liked that I could see my face better.
So I went to the stylist today and had them re-do the color on my bangs first, while I considered the rest of my hair, so I sat there looking at myself for the better part of an hour (which is somewhat more vanity than I usually indulge in, just for the record). They’d pulled the rest of my hair back to get at the bangs, so I spent a while entertaining myself by pulling it loose again, and looking at it, and putting it back again.
And I decided that I was, in fact, really tired of having hair around my face. And it struck me that for the last several years, when I’ve gotten my hair cut, I’ve kept length in the front because growing out a fringe is such a freaking you-know-what in the ass. I mean, like, since I shaved my head, I’ve done that, so we’re talking about eight years, which is a long time.
So now I don’t have any hair around my face anymore: