So what when that person is yourself? It may be one of the most terrifying, and simultaneously liberating, experiences you'll ever have. Really.
Now I'm not a person who freaks out about hair. In my opinion, it'll grow out, or you can style it differently, or you can dye it back. There are, however, a few instances when I change my tune.
Say, like when the hair dresser dyed my hair black. And I mean black. Twice this happened. But that's a different story, for a different time.
Now, I've never attempted to cut anyone's hair before in my life (including my own, or even a dog's), so this was pretty bold on my part. I'd been thinking about bangs for a while now, and finally decided late tonight to go for it.
We bought a pair of shears earlier this week so that I can attempt to cut Travis' hair (to save money on trips to the salon), but I haven't gotten around to actually doing that yet. And who better to practice on than myself, right?
So at midnight, I walked into the bathroom and snipped away. It was a bit harrowing - what if I completely screwed this up? We are talking about the hair right at the front of my head - but it was also fantastic. And it just got better after the first snip.
Now, I not only feel super chic and sexy, but I feel powerful. I created something artistic and beautiful, and I did it without any input from anyone else. I just did. And I love the result. It's me, and it's fabulous.
And that's how it is.
