Yikes, senior photo, with awful hair curled with a hot wand ala The Mom on That Seventies Show, complemented by a lovely full metal braces smile. Who the hell was that po’ chile???
Six months after, the braces were gone, and the hair was growing out in its normal curly sense, with all subsequent abandon.
Fifth grade, 1980, I weighed about 200 lbs and had a triple chin and super-thick bifocals. My mom taped my bangs to my forehead with Scotch tape to trim them the night before school pictures, and they were still crooked. Not a look I recommend.