I would have to say so. Then again, I've suffered through some doozies, starting with my mother crookedly cutting my sister's and my bangs, then followed in short order by the pixie, the shag (both of those unfortunate stages resulted in my looking like a boy until I was 9, the Dorothy Hamill (or wedge, as it was also called), a bad perm so that I had tight little curls all over my head like Orphan Annie, then 12 years of a chic, extremely short cut, which was nice. But eventually, a girl likes to feel like she has hair again. And I do now. All part of the sexpert transformation in the making.
Ciao--
Paola
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