I've never been graced with the talent to style my hair. Regardless of the fashion at the time, my hair has never wanted to look stylish. Long and straight in vogue? My hair decides to be extra curly. Big curls the current thing? My hair goes limp and straight. I was born in the 80's, so by the time I was old enough to achieve big hair, big hair was on it's way out. Yet I live in the South, and my mom is in a bit of a time-warp, so for my 12 birthday, I got a perm. Behold:
Notice that my hair is just past my shoulders. Prior to the perm, my hair was over halfway down my back. I've never had hair that long before or since. That hair took some serious time to grow. But the perm? Curled that hair right up into a frizzy knot. Literally. My hair apparently doesn't like perms. Major damage ensued. I couldn't detangle my hair no matter what I tried. My hair crunched when it was touched. And the bangs? My mom had been perming those for the past 2 years at that point. At least they were trimmed often.
I started a new school in 7th grade. A big school that had popular and not popular groups. I might be style-challenged, but even I knew that a big tangled permed mess wasn't going to win me any popularity points. I begged my mom for a haircut to undo the perm. She relented and took me to the hairdresser's the week before school started. Let me just say that if you're going to try a new look for a special reason, get the new look in time for it to grow out, just in case. I at least knew what I wanted my hair to look like. However, I'm not good at describing hairstyles, because my hairdresser and my mom came up with this, the worst haircut of my life:
Oh, the trauma of this haircut! This is my 7th grade picture. Notice the bad hair. Notice that even though my hair is short, my mom still managed to attack me with a curling iron before going to school that day. Let's not even talk about my eyebrows. All I'm going to say is that people with Brooke Shield's eyebrows shouldn't have their eyebrows plucked by a person who doesn't have eyebrows. This picture is just bad on so many levels. I don't know why I'm wearing this shirt. This shirt is actually my mother's. I had a closet full of clothes that I could have - should have - worn. My only guess is that the picture flier said that the background was going to be blue and my mom wanted me to wear something that matched the background. And yes, the earrings are bad. Plain hoops might never go out of style, but these hoops really don't help the look. But that's okay, because even though I was in 7th grade, I still wasn't allowed to wear makeup. Even though everyone else could wear makeup. So I am the lone shiny-faced kid in my class picture. Which you're never going to see, BTW, thanks to the invention of matches.
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P.S. this is post #194, for you giveaway watchers.