I'm a curly head. It's a little bit scary just how much of my identity, through the course of my life, has revolved around having curly hair. Not only do I associate so much of myself with curly tresses, but others do as well. It makes me easily identifiable in a crowd, especially since I also color my hair a fairly bright red hue. I've never been what you would call, a conventional person. I've never had what you would call, a conventional look. I'm not that eccentric by any means . . . I'm not goth; I'm not a bombshell; I'm not overtly and hip-ly modern. I'm just not the average girl. I look as if there's a real possibility that I was born in the wrong era -- that I would sit more comfortably in the Renaissance or the Medieval periods. I have what many would term as the "classic" look: small, petite features, fair skin, plenty of meat on my bones, and . . . of course, the curly hair. When I was gr...
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