I’ve had long hair for most of my life (minus a short period in 6th grade when I had a bob that made me look like a mix between Ferris Bueller’s sister and Annie). My hair is naturally curly, and I’ve always relied on the length to help keep it tame and manageable. However, over the last few years I’ve been getting progressively braver (and better at using a flat iron), and I’ve been cutting my hair shorter and shorter.

Despite my increasing levels of bravery, I’ve been letting my hair grow for the last seven months without much thought or attention paid to it. Thus, when I went in for a haircut last week, I was feeling ready for a real change (it also didn’t hurt that the humidity that day had caused my hair to become ridiculously  frizzy, and I was feeling vindictive).

Originally, I was thinking of cutting my hair to my collarbone. But, after some discussion with my hairstylist, I decided to try an actual bob. Although my first emotion at seeing myself in the mirror was shock, I quickly decided I loved it. Plus, it didn’t hurt that the next morning all I had to do to get ready was tousle my hair and go.

My new hair, compliments of Shear Artsitry Salon

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