At high school graduation, my hair was shag short. I've always hated this picture, it's downright humiliating, and worse, the photo will always appear to haunt me, every time I open my high school yearbook to reminisce. Talk about suffering the consequences of bad fashion choices...

I didn't know how long it would take to grow out my hair, but as soon as I left for college I started on the project. Which basically meant suffering through bangs in the eyes, and that in-between phase where the bob is too short for a ponytail, and pigtails look stubby and ridiculous.
Three years later, I'd managed the switch. It was everything I'd been hoping for.