As with anything... It is the best thing to ask a professional. A stylist ora fashionista can tell you which style will work good for you. It is like for one thing, certain styles work only for certain face shapes. Like let's say that you have a favorite celebrity's hairstyle that you want to replicate, and you think it would look like absolutely fab on you. Now you go to the stylist, show them a pic, tell them to style it that way, and they hesitate... They may have a reason for it. So ask them what they think will be the best. Except the problem with that is that whenever I tried to get the advice of someone, they would hesitate on giving it to me. I guess they don't want to give it because they are worried about the liability involved if you don't like the cut. I mean, seriously... Some people are so ridiculous that they even sue people for a bad haircut. I mean come on, hair grows back! But then again, I understand it... I was trying to grow out my hair one time, and it got a decent length, but my parents didn't like it because I "looked like a girl." (No duh! That like is kinda the point!) So unfortunately they threatened to kick me out if i didn't cut my hair. I begrudgingly let my mom take me to the stylist, since I got tired of months of harassment, and I gave the stylist specific instructions to preserve the length, just to clean it up. But does she? NO! She goes and butchers my beautiful hair and cut it short. Unevenly at that! So I get in the car and I was upset, and practically crying. My mom said she couldn't understand why I was upset, that it was just hair and that it will grow back, and that the important part was keeping peace with my father. Argh, she just didn't get it then. I'm a girl for goodness sake! Of course my hair is important to me! It is like the favorite part of me, considering that I have like this awesome hair that is unnaturally shiny and changes color, depending on the light or whether or not it is wet. Heh, my aunt even pulled on my hair once to check if it was real and not a wig, because she couldn't believe that natural hair could be that shiny. But yeah... I get home, I was depressed, and at the time I was cleaning up my eyebrows. For some reason, rather than deciding to fix my bangs with the scissors, I decided to pluck it out, and I couldn't stop myself. Gawd I felt like such an idiot. It hasn't even grown back completely yet, but it is. Eh, it is what it is. Word of advice... NEVER pluck your hair! I think I've rambled enough. :-P
