Just under a week ago, my life changed: I got bangs.
It wasn’t something I had planned, it just sort of happened. I was implicit in it; I sat down in that chair, but it was something we did together, the hairdresser and I.
We did this together, but now I’m handling it alone.
They can be really fussy and disagreeable. They don’t listen to what I’m telling them to do. They don’t know any better. They’re just bangs.
My friends all say they’re cute, but they have to, don’t they? There’s no going back.
But they’re a part of me. We can never be separated, my bangs and I. They’ve changed my life.
What I really mean to say is this: TEEN MOMS, I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL.