Or ever, really. Except in 10th grade when I got fatties and had a perm. An unfortunate year, for sure. I'm in love with my new (third) curling iron. Love. Seriously. I'm going to do it again tomorrow (because I didn't shower today. It's the way my 2012 started. Whatevs.) Anywho. I was kind of in love. It's a mess.
VOLUME. I had volume!