Bad hair
When I was eleven or so I got fed up with having long hair so I decided to get it cut very short indeed. I my mistake was that I had seen such pictures of women with short hair in various so-called style magazines and wanted to be like them, but I suspect the magazines were several years out of date (mid-eighties instead of early 90s) - ooops.

Anyway, I spent a year with everyone thinking I was a boy, and it also coincided with leaving primary school for the horrors of secondary education, so although I grew my hair out as quickly as possible, everyone remembered I was the girl with very short bad hair and no one would date me for, like, five years. Although come to think of it, I did follow the short-boy-hair with a perm so full of mousse it crackled on a windy day instead of blew about, so that could've been part of the reason.

My brother still mocks me now about it, reminding me of the many times we'd be out walking with dad and someone he knew would stop to chatter and comment on what lovely sons he had, or when I got told off for going in the girls toilets at the Science Museum by an over zealous security guard.

Still, now I have long lovely hair and also big boobs, so no one thinks I'm a boy now... woo hoo!
( hanabanana, Mon 4 Jun 2007, 11:59, Reply)