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which part of the awkward stage is the worst ? Os it the beginning the long middle part of it or the end of the stage . How often did you feel like cutting it as it grew in . Some days it is frustrating
When it first starts getting in your eyes. It buged the friggin crap out of me both times. Thank god for caps. At nine months of growth, I can finally put it behind my ears now so it's alot more managable in that regard. It's about the time it starts getting in your eyes that people start noticing and start making stupid comments, too. At least for me it has been that way.
Being able to get all in a ponytail. (Just kind of frustrating, that's all.) It eventually makes it.
All depends so much on the person. I myself liked all of the Awkward Stage. (A different look every day.) If you look at it as fun, all the better if possible and just let the hair do its own thing without worrying about hiding it if possible. Afterall, all you are doing is trying to get from point A to point B. And that takes time. Nothing to be ashamed of. Worst thing of all to do is to keep looking in the mirror all the time.
Never.
Hmmm, probably when I had wings on the sides of my head and was doing the flying nun thing. I had better explain for those not old enough to remember the Flying Nun. It was an American tv situation comedy in the 1960s with Sally Field playng a nun in Puerto Rico and her nun habit included a bizarre starched hat, that had these stiff panels that stuck out to the sides of her head. the comedy was based on the condition that they allowed her to take flight. It was part of a 60s tv genre of wacky comedies. So I call hair sticking out on the sides the Flying Nun look. for me the F.N. thing began about 4 or 5 months into it and lasted maybe 6 months. It really sucked. There were a few times when I had doubts but after a few minutes they'd go away because I knew if I waited long enough the wings would go away and they eventually did. I got through it by using a styling brush to curl the sides inward when wet and as they dried they'd curl back out but not to 90 degrees, more like 40 or 45. Then I'd hope I wouldn't get rained on outside. whenever that happened.....sproing....wings. I hated the rain for awhile.