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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.

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My hair was so much a part of my personality and all my photo shoots. I hid behind my hair. And then, I just decided I was okay with myself. To have short hair and really show my face is even more revealing than anything. It’s a statement – not to everyone else, more to myself. I’m just ready to get out from behind my hair and be myself.

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My English teacher has no face. She has uncombed stringy hair that droops on her shoulders. The hair is black from her part to her ears and then neon orange to the frizzy ends. I can’t decide if she had pissed off her hairdresser or is morphing into a monarch butterfly. I call her Hairwoman.

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Marlee, what are you doing? Get under a tent before you burn your skin." She gave me a polite smile. "I’m happy here." "No, really," I said, putting a hand around her arm. "You’ll look like my hair.

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She couldn’t have been more than twelve years old. In her hands was a sign that said RED-HEADS RULE! with a little crown painted in the corner and tiny stars everywhere. I knew I was the only redhead in the competition, and I noticed that her hair and mine were very nearly the same shade.

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But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store, and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I’m speechless: I am living. I remember you.

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I talked to Beyonce and she wants to learn how to speak Arabic and she wants to jump out of an airplane. I don’t want to do that. I just don’t want to wash my hair every day.

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I think so much of the look, obviously including wardrobe, but the hair is a huge thing because it’s basically the frame for your eyes and that’s the window to your soul is what they say.

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Everybody who’s ever done anything bad to me, anything that ever went wrong, I try to take it out on somebody-every game. It’s like when you see Michael Jordan’s highlights and your hair sits up on your arms? I’m like that the whole game.

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And we had the perhaps unfair advantage of not having to worry about what an audience was gonna think. We were in a vacuum. We were making little short films, really.