When I was a baby, I had almost no hair. My mom put tiny bows on my head.

         When I was in fourth grade, I had a stupid haircut. It was too short and I looked like a cheap prince charming.

When I was thirteen, they sent me to the school psychologist, and the shrink told me my problem was that I always fixed my hair the same way.

I had long hair and I always wore a boring ponytail.

The shrink told me to fix my hair differently every day for a week.

“Just try it,” she said.

And I ran out of ideas on the third day because braids and ponytails are all there is.

Besides, you can’t wear your hair down in Catholic school.

It’s too provocative.

When I was like 16-18, people were always like, “You look like Japanese animation” and then I had a dumb “anime haircut”.

When I was 19ish, I was emo-ish. My hair was long but later it looked more like 70s-80s-bird-like. Like maybe an ugly bird wanted to look like Kate Bush. That was me. I was a bird.

When I was 20-something but definitely not 23, I had a bob. Victoria Beckham and then Katie Holmes style.

It was already short but I got a shorter haircut. Boyfriend dumped me. Unsure if I got the haircut before or after I got dumped.

Pixie era. I liked this haircut. It was a little pink.

Something.

It was growing but then I cut it again. It was short again but not that short.

I let it grow.

Got generic haircuts.

Like, just whatever.

Bangs.

No bangs.

Bangs again.

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