A Nostalgic Tale of Roll-on Body Glitter, Graphic Tees and an On-Again-Off-Again Itch for Bangs -- Beauty Evolution

In sixth grade I looked up from my book one day and realized that every other girl in my class had grown out her bangs. It was as if it had happened overnight -- last I'd checked, there was absolutely nothing about me that would set me apart from the crowd, either in a good or bad way. But now, the more closely I looked at all the 11-year-olds around me, the greater the discrepancy appeared to be. Me: thick bangs, chunky glasses, plain denim shorts and a Looney Toons sweatshirt. Everyone else: b...