The only pictures I like of me are all when I was less than two. Every single picture of me as a teenager and adult are horrible. At some point in my life, cameras decided they absolutely hate me. Consequently, I avoid having my picture taken whenever possible. For a couple years, my driver's license was valid without a photo. I achieved this by losing my driver's license while I was out of state (like on the opposite coast) for several months. Since I was unable to "pop" into the Oregon DMV to get my photo taken for a replacement license, the Oregon DMV issued it with no photo.
Sadly, when I moved to Philadelphia, I gave up my Oregon driver's license for a Pennsylvania driver's license. What a pain it is to renew a driver's license in PA! While PA lets you renew the driver's license (and car registration) online, when renewing the driver's license, the state mails you back a "photo card" to take to the DMV where they take the photo and issue the actual card. That's a process that never takes less than an hour.
Fortunately, because of the Pandemic, PA is not currently requiring people to get a new photo. Yay! (Like I look so different than I have for the last couple of decades)
Anyway, I have fine straight hair, which is a pain to do anything with. Decades ago when I'd been brainwashed to believe hair needed to be "styled," I did the curler thing and the curling iron thing, and the blow dryer and "styling" brush thing. But, I drew the line at shellacking my hair with hairspray. I hate the smell of hairspray and intensely dislike the look and feel of my hair when it's been sprayed. Without shellacking, the curl would last at most half an hour.
I was always envious of those with curly hair, just as friends with unmanageable curly hair were envious of my fine straight hair.
Eventually, I gave up on "styling," and settled on just getting pixie cuts/clipper cuts. I was ever so much happier with my hair. My mom was shocked when I started cutting my hair so short. She remembered how devastated I was when I was a wee one, and she took me to get a pixie cut. I was in tears the entire time. But of course! After all, Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty didn't wear pixie cuts! How could I be a princess if I didn't have long hair?!?