When I was nearing 8 years old, I thought I was a professional hair dresser.
I remember my mother knocking on the bathroom door yelling my name and telling me to open the door like it was just yesterday. When I had finally gained the courage to listen to her, she found me with scissors in one hand and a chunk of my own hair in the other. I had attempted to cut myself some bangs, but instead, I cut the front of my hair so short that I had to remain with my so-called bangs through my 8th birthday.
Well, some things never change. Fast forward 14 years to when I, again, thought I had mastered the art of cutting hair. I had been watching Friends a lot, and I remember seeing Jennifer Aniston hairstyle sweep the country by storm. I wanted that hairstyle. I wanted ‘The Rachel.’
So, to ensure I was not going to screw up, I searched ‘how to cut your bangs’ on Youtube. My best friend Jaimee was at my apartment, watching me practice ‘the fringe’ technique. With what I thought was enough practice, I began cutting my hair.
First, I created a triangle part, then I gathered the front portion of my hair, and with a pair of paper scissors, I cut away. When I finally finished and was able to look at myself in the mirror, I remember laughing so hard. Jaimee was laughing at the mere fact that I thought to do it myself, and as for me, I was laughing because I knew how bad it really was. I had cut so much of the front of my hair, that the bangs were puffy and took up about half of my head!
It took me about a year or so, foregoing getting any haircuts, to be able to grow the ‘bangs’ out completely. With each month that passed, my hair slowly returned back to ‘normal.’
But to this day, my hair is not the same and my part is not the same.
What’s the one good thing that I took from this whole experience? Well, I learned that I am not a professional hair stylist and contrary to my prior beliefs, I cannot cut my own hair. No matter how easy I may think it looks.