When my long-term relationship came to an end, I took a drastic measure to accelerate my healing journey. It wasn’t a rebound relationship or an Eat, Pray, Love trip—it was a haircut. Specifically, bangs.
I had considered this controversial hair change long before the breakup. But everyone I consulted—friends, acquaintances, even random strangers—scrunched up their noses and cautioned me not to. I would eventually regret it, they insisted, citing the upkeep, the awkward growing-out process, or the hassle of daily styling.
A year ago, I went so far as to make a salon appointment, intent on ignoring everyone else’s opinions and getting bangs anyway. However, when I arrived, a persuasive and opinionated hairdresser talked me out of it, so I walked out of the salon completely fringe-free.
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