Not for the Faint of Heart! (Or Hair)

For any who doubt the veracity of my claims that I have a ferocious mop of frizzy curls in wait beneath the protective gauze of Keratin and ionic flat irons, I offer the below photographic evidence.

It was taken years ago, when I was still a little girl. My parents and I went out for dinner for Father’s Day, and we randomly ran into football legend Jim Brown. My dad, of course, starstruck, asked for a photo to be taken.

Alas, two decades later, I have proof of my curls. (Everything happens for a reason.)