My curls come and go depending on the 'arsed-ness' of my day. They are a bit like a barometer of my mood. Every morning I weigh up whether straightening is worth giving up at least 7 minutes sleep time. More lately I've to be found sporting a tangled up rats arse on my head
At my age I think the Bisonlike miserablist is more appropriate than being seen as a cute little girl though. That aside, I will take your comments to the committee and attempt to rectify the matter and hopefully ease your disappointment with future miserable photos :)