And the story starts like this:
I was recently browsing through my camera roll when it hit me; my hair hasn't changed a bit for the past 3 years. I mean, obviously it's gone through different phases, you know, slightly blonder, slightly shorter, but with the right VSCO filter I could still upload a photo from 2013 and convince you it was taken just yesterday. And that's when I realized that I needed a real change, a drastic one.
I've been thinking of joining "team bangs" for quite some time now, but people around me would discourage me saying that this hairdo probably won't suit me that much. Well, at the end of the day it's my hair and I can cut it if I want to, so I decided to go for it even if I end up looking like a moron. And I am so glad I did. Cause I actually ended up loving it and so did people around me, including my super judgemental boyfriend who was sold in a New York minute.
I gotta give credits to my ever-trusted hair-stylist Manos, aka the only person in the whole world who's allowed to touch my hair, for doing such a fantastic job (cause let's be honest, cutting the perfect bangs is definitely not easy) and making me feel like a whole new person. Team bangs baby!
- Nat x