I had my 10th grade year book out trying to place a name with a face when Sarah said, "I want to see your picture."
I flipped through the pages and quickly found my picture.
"That's not you!"
"Yes it is."
"No it's not!"
"Yes it is!"
"You look funny," she giggled.
I did look a little funny. My hair was short. Very short.
I had gone to the hairstylist a few weeks before the picture and told her to cut all of the perm out of my hair. Since I was only a naive 10th grader at the time, I failed to realize that since the perm was all over my entire head "cutting out the perm" would entail cutting all of my hair.
But after a little getting used to, I guess the hairstyle wasn't all that bad and as I perused the pages of my yearbook, it seemed that many girls had the same super short hairstyle.
Sarah continued to giggle and then she started to get embarrassed. "I feel bad for you," she said quietly.
"Don't feel bad for me honey. Lots of people had this hairstyle."
"But I feel bad for you." She wouldn't look at me when she said this.
"It's o.k. Really."
"But, Mommy, I feel so bad for you." She repeated this over and over and over again.
"I don't need your sympathy!!" I was starting to get a little annoyed.
"What's that she asked?" pointing to my Add-A-Bead necklace.
"It's a necklace."
"Oh," she replied slowly. "You put on a necklace to make yourself look...look...look...more like a..."
"A girl!" I replied. "Is that what you were going to say??"
"Mommy. I feel so bad for you."
I showed the picture to Jennifer and her kids later that day and they all laughed. I think they felt bad for me too.