While everyone is busy making their New Year’s resolutions, like becoming a better person,who’s caring, sensitive, and helpful to those around them, I am busy contemplating if this is the year to finally get the lob. Okay, so I didn’t call it the lob, I didn’t know that this specific cut of hair (the Alexa Chung kind of cut) was referred to as the lob but for the sake of me seeming like I acquire more knowledge than the average person, I’m gonna continue to pretend that I called it a lob. When the clock struck 12 I made up my mind that this was the year for the lob. I am a relatively impulsive person and by relatively I mean extremely. The word contemplate is not in my vocabulary. The reason why I had such a hard time deciding if I would take the leap and go for the lob is because I had long history of bad haircuts dating back to 8th grade, specifically the day of year book pictures. My mom had work that morning, so I went with my dear friend Nicole and her mother. What my mother thought would be a simple blowout for year book pictures turned into a nice thick pair of bangs that parted in the middle of my head creating what my hair stylist called a cow lick. I had never heard this term before but damn did it look like a cow licked my head. In 9th grade I decided to get a bit edgy and went for the Victoria Beckham cut. (short in the back long in the front. Think opposite of a mermaid skirt, if thats too complicated to picture in your head, think, short in the back and long in the front). I thought to myself, “Maybe if I get the same haircut as her I’ll develop the same body as her!” Obviously, I was wrong. If one single person can look the definition of awkward, it was surely me; the September of my first year of high school. After the Victoria mishap I decided that it would be best for everyone if I put an end to the risky cuts. So I bade farewell and when the end of 10th grade finally came so did my long brown locks. I settled with the shapeless brown strands for a whole year while secretly longing so desperately for the lob. By the beginning of this past summer I was at my final straw, itching for something new. Of course, I acknowledged that going through another awkward stage was just not an option. In a desperate attempt to get rid of the bland brown without cutting it off, I poured a bottle of John Frieda “Go Blonde” spray on my head, and baked in the sun for an hour. After looking in the mirror and seeing my blond streaks, I was dumbstruck (pun intended: because blondes are dumb) (kidding. (sorta.)). It looked like I had given myself highlights! (granted, I had given myself highlights, I just expected it to look more….professional). The only pro to this situation was that I could lie and say that it was natural from the sun since after all, it was the summer. No one believed me but it’s the attempt that counts. I was so unhappy with the bad blond job that on the eve of New Year’s I decided, “You know what, it CANNOT get worse than this.” Thus deciding to “Just chop it”. This was exactly what I told my hair stylist right before my bushy brown main cascaded to the ground. I now have something to do in math class, admiring my bold hair cut in my photo booth application on my mac. (great time waster). The lob is not only stylish but it is slimming; because of my 6 inch chop, I lost a whole pound! My neck even gets a lovely breeze. I also got fake glasses which I told everyone are real so that I look like a book worm. I love the new look, it’s edgy yet sophisticated, and I somehow look old and young at the same time. (Yes, I am aware that everything I am saying is completely contradictory but it is true). My only regret is not going for the lob sooner. Here are some before and after pictures of me I took in class so you can get a visual. (I got fancy with the lob and took the pictures of me solo in sephia effect cause who doesn’t look better with that effect).
xxx lily paige
Edited by Davida Goldstein