Hair excited me. As the old ways - backcombing, rollers and rigidity - went out of the window, I started to feel the possibilities in front of my eyes.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I slipped at a bus stop; I went one way and my hair went the other. That was the end of my wig.
My physical transformations - like changing my hair - are usually a reflection of what's inspiring me at the moment.
My eyes opened, and the first thing I thought of when I could put thoughts together was I want to be in show business. Never wanted anything else. I used to sneak in the costume room at my nursery school and smell the costumes.
My hair has never been my greatest feature, so that was funny enough unto itself that my hair became so focused on.
I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair.
I was all about my thoughts, my work, my inspiration. I was always in hair.
My spiked hair goes back about 15 years ago. I had long, curly rocker hair then. The woman who cuts my hair thought I needed a new style, so I let her surprise me. I flipped when I first saw it, but I soon realized the look was really me. I've always been a little crazy.
My worst hair experience was when I was trying to relax my hair and my grandmother did it. It went all straight and I looked like a black Bee Gee.
I was scared I was going to have some weird shape to my head and I was pleased that I didn't.
When I was doing 'Smile,' I was looking back at pictures of myself and going, 'Thank goodness I couldn't do the sprayed-bangs thing! Everybody's so embarrassed by that hairstyle now, but I was never cool enough to pull it off!'
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