Jamesy wrote:
I used to have very long hair 7 years ago and my grandmother said I need to get rid of it because it didn't suit me. My grandma used to say to my mom "when is he going to get rid of that long hair. Why can't he have short hair like most of other young men?"
My brother also commented that a middle parting style does not always suit me because of my build since I am a few inches under average height for a Young male in England. My bro said because I have short legs it just looks like a big piece of hair on a stumpy body lol.
Could be that long hair just doesn't suit you. My boyfriend had long hair years before we started dating and it didn't really look good on him, and when we reconnected later he has shorter hair now that he styles a bit (not a lot) and it flatters his face a lot more.
Some people's faces are more suited towards certain lengths and styles. I look best with mid length hair that frames my face, and bangs on the right side. I've had hair that was cropped to my ears and hair that went all the way down my back and yeah there are definite differences in how different lengths and styles make me look.
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