The story of my bangs.

Recently I got myself some bangs. I did not get bangs because I wanted to follow a trend or because I thought that they would look awesome on me. Nope. I got them because I HAD to. 

During pregnancy my body did weird things. The most obvious thing was that I grew hair like crazy. And in some places that are not normal. Like my belly. All over it. 

The hair on my head was lush and thick and shiny and it grew extra fast. I loved it. 

After having Winston my hair stopped being so wonderful. 

A couple weeks after having him I noticed that I had some baby hairs growing on the front of my hair line. And then hair growing on the sides of my hair line. 

Here are some pictures so you can see what I am talking about...

This one was taken before I had was pregnant. 

{Notice how clean my hair line looks}

 And this picture was taken yesterday.

Yeah. Notice the wispy hairs just hanging out in the front? The bushy hair on the sides?
Ridiculous, right?
So while I wait for those adorable little baby hairs to grow in and look normal again (hopefully) I am kinda loving the bangs. So really I turned something ridiculously hideous into something awesome.
Bangs are always the answer.