The other day I was looking at myself in the mirror and fixing my hair, and all of a sudden, my fingers touch hairs that I didn't know existed. (Long story short, about a year or so ago I ripped out my baby hairs that are by my forehead. It was an accident, I was in the shower and I accidentally ripped out a bunch of hair. This is why if you look closely at me, you'll see that one of my side hairs is fuller than the other.)
I have freaking bangs.
I tried to push it under my other hairs, I tried to put it behind my ear.
Nope.
It just sits on my forehead and doesn't move.
Just like, "I'm a lazy potato that is not going to go anywhere unless you rip me out of my roots."
I've honestly been thinking about it.
I don't know.
I just don't feel comfortable with bangs.
I don't think I can rock it.
Maybe I can.
We will see, dear -readers -that -don't -even -know -what- I -look -like -and -you -never -will -unfortunately.
😊 with love.
CZYTASZ
YAS.
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