The other day I woke up with giant hair. The body was amazing. Big waves and double layer bangs. I was a great day in the history of my head. In high school, when everyone wore their hair at flat as possible, my hair's body meant kids teased me for my frizzy giant 80s hair. I wish I had known then about the voluminous curls women worked in the late 60s. I would have shouted "I am Barbarella, Queen of the Galaxy!" and run away, cementing my status as the class weirdo.