Growing up, I had some seriously, horrifyingly awful haircuts. Don’t even get me started on the time I asked for this:
and instead got this:
True story, you guys. Suffice it to say, I cried for weeks and gave deadly dagger eyes to the guilty hairdresser. I’d add a photo, except for I refused to be photographed during this painful period.
So, for about 4 years after that, I let my hair grow and grow, until I chopped it off again.
No bull cuts this time! Fast forward 3 years without a haircut, and you have Rapunzel-esque hair! Okay, that’s a slight exaggeration, but it’s the longest I’ve had it, perhaps in my whole life!
As hard as it is to admit, my normally curly locks have definitely become part of my identity. I couldn’t imagine life without my big, obnoxious fro. It perfectly mirrors who I am as a person: carefree, larger than life, and spicy*.
*I despise the term “spicy”, I just wanted to see if anyone actually reads this far.
{high waisted jeans: F21} {black velvet blazer: Express, thrifted} {polka dot cropped shirt: thrifted} {red suede wedges: Target} {white watch: Kohl’s} {green jingle bell earrings: borrowed from my ma}
See these pieces restyled here:
The Chic Teach 