Yes, my beloved fringe which has accompanied me on many a journey throughout these past years (although to be fair, it hasn't been the same bits of hair the whole time).
Said fringe in its many varied forms:
it has evidently gone through long curly stages, tattoos (fuck what was I thinking. just kidding. eeeekk), summer, music festivals, a rather trashy drunk phase, the beach, being cut a bit shorter, more music festivals, family outings, then very short, and also blonde ends, then winter, not to mention the entirity of my later schooling years (I haven't not had a fringe since I was 15 - or at least not for very long.. who says this will last hahaha).
But, like my stance on many other things in life (ahem, really?), I believe that to move forward, sometimes change is a necessary thing. And that is my plan for the remainder of this year. Moving forward!
I also think changing something you've always had is as good as being radical eg: I recently took out my nose ring. It felt almost as exhilarating as getting a new piercing (although less trashy and painful, obviously).
(Also I'm hoping it'll be a fuck load easier to manage - fringes are bloody horrible to take care of.. washing every day, straightening, bla bla bla.)
Anyway, I'm sure this decision shouldn't be this hard. Maybe I'm just weird. But I'm struggling with it - thats for sure! I mean, what if people don't recognise me? Or secretly think I look stupid with no fringe? Has my fringe really become my signature 'thing'? Or am I being fucking ridiculous?
Many or all, or perhaps none of these questions will be answered in the follow ups to this post. Tune in to hear the latest from me, the serious-est girl on the planet (about serious decisions involving hair growth anyway).
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