I’ve had bangs my whole life and by whole life I mean since age 3 when I finally grew more than a tiny curl awkwardly positioned in the middle of my head. I’ve “rocked” every style:
The Dorothy Hamill (thanks, Mom)
The DJ Tanner (classic)
The Reba McEntire a la here’s your one chance Fancy don’t let me down (for talent shows, of course)
The Lindsay Lohan circa 2001 when she released an “album” (yes, that happened)
You can imagine I was a bit, um, hesitant to embrace bangs again in a real way but I was convinced and it happened and you know what? I love them. They’re easy to manage – somewhere in between Michelle Obama and Zooey – and it’s like an instant statement piece that makes the eyes pop. Everyone is all like – You look completely different! Bangs! Look at you! I assume these are all compliments in the form of conversation starters and I don’t hate it. Who knows if this will last through Bonnaroo – it gets hot, y’all – but they’ll do for now. Feeling brave? Get bangs and thank me later. Just promise me you won’t attempt to cut them yourself. That never ends well, trust.
XOXO,
Katie Powell Bell 