I have bangs!
And I like them! I haven’t had bangs since I was 9. My parents still cut my hair then so I asked my mom if she’d give me bangs. I think she asked me a few times if I was sure and I told her each time I was. I wanted to look like Anastasia. That’s right. Anastasia, Cinderella’s evil stepsister. Who wouldn’t want to look like Anastasia?
This probably stemmed from the fact that as an even younger child I played Cinderella with my sister. As a one car family my mom, Maggie, and I would drive into the city to pick up my dad from work. During our drive, Maggie and I would pretend to be the evil stepsisters and my mom the evil stepmother. We’d be so mean and nasty until my dad, Prince Charming, got into the car. Who was Cinderella you wonder? Buttercup, our dog. Made perfect sense at the time. Anyway, desperate to look like the lovely Anastasia, I convinced my mother to cut me some bangs. And she did. And I immediately burst into tears after looking at my reflection. My poor mother.
No tears this time. I’m pretty happy.