When I was little my mom (and I) wanted my hair long - she was hoping for golden ringlets, I just wanted Princess Hair. Even tried perms. Golden Ringlets did not happen. Nor did Princess Hair.
So when I started school my hair was cut - bangs and earlobe length. Ugly, but I did not care at all, TomBoy!
As a pre-teen I wanted long Princess Hair, but my hair was straight as a string and would not hold a curl. Tried perms. Back stayed curly, front fell straight.
In the teen years I grew out straight to BSL. Fairytale ends all the way, very straggly looking. Breakage at BSL... no doubt from damage.
In college and after I spent my off hours in curlers, trying for at least waves. In the humid hot climate Waves Did Not Happen.
After DD was born I cut quite short and permed - what a horror. Could not afford upkeep, and it looked awful growing out. Ugly. Every day sad.
When marriage decayed I cut to a boy cut. Straight, short, exposed ears, sideswept bangs. Ok. Again could not afford upkeep. Had to grow it out. Horrible time growing, so shaggy and unkempt. So here I am at term. At LHC I learned some updo styles!
Every day seems to be a Good Hair Day now.
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