I was born with wavy, curly hair. Since I was little, I brushed my curls out for some reason. I never really gave my curls a chance to bounce around my face. So I don't remember ever thinking of my hair as "curly" when I was young. When I was about sixteen, one of my girlfriends thought it would be a good idea for me to go through a whole 3 hour perm at our local salon. Having curly hair amnesia, I decided that I would go along with the idea and put myself through that sometimes grueling, time consuming, stinky process. After it was all done, I liked my corkscrew curls. I celebrated my curly hairdo. Silly teen me thought that I needed to keep getting perms every 6 months or so. Gratefully, the light bulb went on in my head around 18 and I realized that I could just wash my hair and scrunch it up for virtually the same effect. When I would pass the beauty salon during my college days, I would laugh to myself about how naive I was. Now when I pass by, I think it's a Dunkin' Donuts.
Perm days are over; donut days last forever :)
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