I am born bald. It takes a while for my hair to come in. My mother sticks bows to my head with scotch tape so people will know I am a girl.
My mother cuts my hair herself for years, keeping it pixie short, trimming across my forehead and around my ears. (I'd like to point out here how much Andy looks like me.) To keep me looking like a girl, I am subjected to ruffly, lacy dresses.
Over the next few years, she lets it get a little longer and messier but it's still short. It does, however, get nicely thick and glossy.
Then I hit second grade and noticed that all the other girls in my class had long hair and could wear a variety of ponytails. I wanted ponytails too so we began the growing out process.
Longer in third grade
Blurry picture, stupid outfit, but you can see shoulder length hair in the 5th grade.
At some point in the sixth grade, I cut my hair short again. I am not sure why. I immediately began growing it out again.
At the end of sixth grade, I went to the graduation party for my cousin, Chrissy. They live in the suburbs. Chrissy had huge hair. Since I looked up to Chrissy, I started giving myself BIG HAIR. Here's the first perm on a relatively small day- no teasing.
Here I am with two of my cousins in Spain, in the ugliest clothes I have ever owned, with poufy, permed, poodle hair, during the summer after seventh grade.
Eighth grade class picture
Really sculpted big hair later in eighth grade. That's my Dad and sister with me.
Freshman year of high school. Add in a bandana? What the hell was I thinking? In combination with HUGE plastic hoop earrings? Arrghh! The hair is a little shorter, but still sky high. Notice that Ben has a serious mullet going on. Bad hair is contagious!
Long, curly, poufy--- it's my hair mantra. Lets not even get into the GOLD eyeshadow?!?!?!?
Sweet 16 party--- less curly, still poufy.
Teased up mess for Halloween only
By graduation, I wasn't teasing it anymore.
Four days after graduating from high school, I was having surgery to remove hardware from my ankle and I was complaining about my hair. My mom dared me to cut it all off. Foolishly, I did it. This is taken during Christmas break, my freshman year of college. After it had grown out a little. ARGH! Such a huge mistake.
Still growing out. Sometime in college but I'm at my parents' house.
Still grouwng out.
Finally grown out and somewhat cute again. With Loopy, KBZ and Lou.
Wisely, I don't have any pictures where it shows more clearly, but before I went on Spring Break to Disney World with my friends above, I had my friend, Marcus, shave out the bottom half of my hair. This is also after the Manic Panic Hair Dye Debacle, where I accidentally dyed my hair forest green for several months. (It was supposed to be purple.)
Later the same year.
Junior year, playing D&D in the Willard TV lounge. I am a pirate. (This is a costume, not my everyday look.)
Dillo Day, Senior Year at NU. Longer, permed again and dyed dark brown!
Right after graduation, in my apartment in Virginia.
A dark spot--- long, straight, stringy. Just bad. This is very late 1999.
Kinda crappy picture. Back to shoulder length with bangs.