Zen-itude #35: To Bang Or Not To Bang

In February 2013, First Lady, Michelle O’Bama stated, “This is my mid-life crisis, the bangs. I couldn't get a sports car. They won't let me bungee jump. So instead, I cut my bangs.”

If bangs equal mid-life crisis, I’ve been going through a mid-life crisis my ENTIRE life. That is, until the other day. Yep. I decided “not to bang.” A complete forehead reveal! Given my total forehead insecurity, I compiled a quick cyber-focus group of a few friends who had to look twice to make sure it was me. The Momma wrote, “Gosh. Does not look like you!” Someone else said, and I quote, “Bulls**t, that’s not her!” Guess they sorta liked it. I felt totally naked. Poor naked forehead. Run for cover! I don't think I can do this!

Isn’t it funny how we get stuck in a rut. My hair has seen yellow, platinum, black as midnight, strawberry red, almost red, brunette, solid, highlights, and, at one point, I wanted an all over rich mahogany. Could still happen. It’s been super short and spiky, super long and straight, short and bouncy and everything in between. Changing my hair length and color – no problem. But, sister, stop right there -- stand back from my carpet fringe! Seriously? It’s been like a security blanket -- attached to my forehead!

Unlike the death of the mullet (die, mullet, die!) and the Eiffel Tower 80s hairsprayed bangs, bangs have grown to be a trendy option throughout the years and can be super cute. But, this chickadee is going to let go of her bangs binkie (I think), get through the separation anxiety and live bang free (maybe).

So, bam! Behold, the forehead in all its glory. We’ll see how long I make it without my bangs binkie.

Zenitude for today:

Reveal a new side of yourself, stand back and watch what happens.