My hair is really poofy today. Every time I walk by the mirror I catch myself by surprise. What happened? Some people are cursed with flat hair. Not me. I have the poofy hair curse. No matter how much I press it down, it springs back, just like a sponge. When I was in the seventh grade, my nickname was actually sponge-head. When I was in high school, it was triangle-head. I remember once at a choir concert, the girl sitting behind me complained that although my body was only sitting in one seat, my hair took up two and she couldn’t see around my head. When I attempted to get myself into the Air Force Academy and was unable to pass the physical fitness test because I couldn’t do a pull-up, another friend suggested that maybe my hair was too heavy. The good news is that a few years after I graduated high school, I decided to graduate from getting perms as well. What was I thinking? So, even though my hair is really poofy today, it is not nearly as poofy as it was in years past. For that, I am thankful. I am also thankful for the cooler weather that Fall is bringing. I am also thankful that I finally thought of something else I could write about.
Here are a few pictures of past poofy hair. One of me and Chris, going to the Prom when we were seventeen (yes, that was the triangle-head year). The other is a few years later, at the height of poofiness with my mom, dad and brothers, right before I decided to stop the perm insanity.