Age 6: Is it just me, or do I look super ornery here?
Age 7: Convinced I was going to be a professional ballerina, I stuck with it for a decade. Until my toenails started falling off. Then it didn't seem so glamorous any more.
Age 8: Enter the Little Orphan Annie perm. Sad thing is, I loved that I loved like little orphan Annie.
Age 9: Holy Fat Kid, Batman. Here we go.
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