MizFidd
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I was messaging a friend recently and she shared a pic from "days of yore." It unlocked a memory I had put wayyyy back in the vault.
When I was in high school, a freshman if I remember right (grade 9), I grew my hair kinda long. By some freak of nature, I was able to avoid a haircut all summer prior and well into the fall of that school year, despite a number of criticisms from adults. At the time, my rock heroes were the members of Canadian rock n roll hall of famers, Rush. Huge admiration for Neil Peart and as such I cut my own hair to mimic the rat tail he sported in the 80s.
It was against school policy for boys to have long hair (if you're new here, I'm a trans girl) so I kept the back tucked under my shirts. But because of my weird hairstyle at the time, it looked as though the bottom of my hair was at my collar. Sorta. Maybe. Kinda.
Probably deluded myself. Bottom line is I got away with it for a while.
But for some reason, and this part escapes me, my momma decided to put a perm in my hair, which is the memory that said friend's picture unlocked. I don't recall asking for it but my momma put a perm...
on just...
the top...
of my head.
*smiles and nods*
Yessssss. 🤣
I don't have any pictures of that. In fact, I don't have any pictures from my youth. When my momma died, my estranged sister of 16yrs snatched all my momma's photos.
But I'm telling you, I was a sight to behold. 🤭
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