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I often say my hair is more of a landmark than a style.

People know me for my hair. When it’s pulled back, it’s almost as if I’m incognito.

Blonde (and blonder) corkscrew curls seem to burst out of my head from every direction – controlled  chaos. I don’t try to control how my hair lands, but I do try to control how big it goes.

You know, the bigger the taller. After all, I’m only five-feet, well five-four if you include my hair.