Listen, whoever says they’ve never cut their own hair impulsively at night, I don’t believe them. We all have a vision. We’ve all watched that one TikTok tutorial that looked so promising, so doable, so “how hard can layering be.” And then somehow, instead of walking out with a wolf cut, you end up looking like an actual wolf.
I speak from experience. It was a Tuesday, I remember because I had school the next morning, and I was scrolling through hair tutorials at 11 p.m. like it was a productive use of my time. The girl in the video had this soft, face-framing fringe that fell perfectly across her forehead, the kind of bangs that look like they were styled by wind and good genetics. I thought, that’s it, that’s the version of me I’ve been missing. So I grabbed the kitchen scissors, not even hair scissors, the kitchen ones, the ones we use for chicken, and I went for it.



