Anyway! Over the last year I've come to terms with some simple facts: I look better with short hair. Long hair does not suit my teeny little face. So, I thought I'd share with you my hair journey over the last year or so.
I've had my hair really short in the past and then at the end of my first year of uni I decided (partly because I couldn't afford the regular trims that short hair requires) that I would grow out my hair and on occasion it behaved quite well:
Most of the girls in my family are graced with lovely long hair, my mum, my sister even my seven year old cousin. But even when I was little I had short hair– so short that in some of my baby pictures I look like a boy in a dress. The trouble is that I love love love reeeeally long hair, waist length but mine would get just past my shoulders and set up camp.
So, I conceded that I would be stuck with shoulder length tresses so I thought I'd at least get it styled;
I was really happy with this cut for about a two days and then I was bored. So about four weeks later I decided to just give in and go back to what I know: A bob, slightly graduated and longer at the front.
This trusty cut kept me happy for a good few months and even as my hair grew longer I knew not to fall into my old habits of letting it grow out and having to over style it. So this week I went and got a short bob cut back in and although I would have preferred it a teeeeeny bit longer at the front I'm happy, that's just me being fussy!
I'm sure my style will change but I think I've finally realised that, hey it's okay if long hair isn't my thing!
Bit of a different post today so please do let me know what you think (Apologies for all the shameless selfies) Until next time! xoxo
