From the age of 8 until I was 11ish my family would have me get perms! Ugh, it was AWFULL! I’d protest and say no but it was if they’d never heard of the word “no” and thus didn’t know what it meant, I always figured that they had the consent of at lest one of my parents but later (years later) found out they only ever consented to this once, the very first time I got a perm. Yet when seeing as how it made me completely utterly and absolutely miserable to have a rat’s nest on my head my parents never gave permission to do so again, and yet it kept happening, with excuses like “oh me and ** are just going to Toys R’ Us” and other such crud, then once returned home I’d “magically” gotten a perm!

I think curly/premed hair looks really great on some people, romantic or spunky even, unfortunately I wasn’t one of those lucky ppl! No instead I looked like I never brushed my hair! It wasn’t even hair as far as I was concerned just a ratty fried FRIZZY FRIZZY mess that was atop my head! I’ve come to the conclusion that my family either has a really sadistic since of humor or truly had good intentions. Regardless dew to the superficiality of my peers I had to endure a bunch of crap that I probably wouldn’t of had to deal with otherwise, most likely if it weren’t for my hair I would of just been ignored, but I can speculate all I like the fact of the matter is that it changes nothing.