Are you a BOY?

I hate my hair... or at least I did. You see I was one of those kids who basically raised herself. I was taught the fine art of doing laundry, washing dishes, and let's not forget ... cleaning the bathroom.

When it came to beauty, we'll just say I never got "trained". I was lost.

I have a ton of very curly, coarse, thick hair. It takes over an hour to air dry and if I try and blow it out, POOF!!! You get my drift?

So there I was in the midst of my hair dilemma with an impending date, a mass of wet hair, a blow dryer but no flat iron. So I used the next best thing, the clothes iron... (bad idea)... Well it turned out bad. I'd burnt a lot of my hair. The only thing I could do was to shave it off!

Well my date was ruined, my hair was GONE! Later that week some kid yelled across the street "Are you a bOY?"

It's been 12 years. I still contend with my hair. It usually wins. With hours of cajoling a few times a week I can "tame" the beast, at least for a day or two.