I'm all smiles within the first frames of my dad shooting us, but after the thirtieth and him telling me where to stand and who to stand next to you'll notice me, my sister, and brother crying or becoming irritated.
Fun fact: My hair remained this short until senior year of high school. The only person who would fix my head full of knots was my ma and she totally had enough. After becoming fashion conscious I too had enough. It was way too tiring to have a head full of long thick curls and far too easy to sport the chia pet 'do.
The only reason my hair grew to it's length during senior year and every year after that was due to hair dressers wanting to charge me $100 and over for a cut. FOR A STUPID HAIR CUT!! That's insanity. I got my first cut last December ($178!!!!!!) and figured it's just another part of life I need to accept.