I have always been a somewhat strange individual. In my blissful adolescent years ( I was 12… I think) I ran around in strange denim culottes, skater shoes and band tees.
That year flicked-out and layered pixie cuts were all the rage. Think Dido circa 2002 in Stan. I decided that it would be a grand idea to give my hair the chop. Result grey tonal afro, not flicked pixie cut. So whilst I spent the time growing it out, the look was more like a raging lunatic Einstein than Dido. Between the dress code, my love for music far beyond my years and my polyphonic ‘Bigmouth Strikes Again' ringtone. I was labelled weird, quirky, strange and anything else little girls can...
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