Bad Taste? Moi?
Okay. Phew, this is going to be brutal.

From the time I was born my mum insisted upon cutting my hair herself. Which would be fine if she didn't have ten thumbs.

Here I am aged 12, bowl cut all present and correct:



I am standing behind my brother. Notice the lively and colourful shirt I'm wearing. Also notice that my brother is wearing the same shirt. Moving on swiftly . . .

Once I started going to the barber for haircuts my hairstyles improved, right? Look as this pic and judge for yourselves:



Oh yeah! Check out the half-inch thick parting. The wonder is not that I was bullied but that I wasn't bullied MORE.

This is me, aged 16, on my class photo:



When my friend's dad saw the photo he pointed at me and asked "who's this girl?"

Gets worse. Me aged 18:



Come get it, ladies. This is when I hadn't been to the barbers for about 8 months. Eventually I grew it into a ponytail. (The horror, the horror.)

Thank Christ I developed a sense of style when I was about 21 and started going to hairdressers. I've had generic, spiky hair since then.

Apologies for (hair) length.
(MrC. Having the most boring username on b3ta since 2004, Mon 13 Dec 2004, 20:11, Reply)