I had that thought so many times as a kid. True fact.

As a tween (the term didn't exist then, but pretty much starting when I was 9), I was super self-conscious about my arm hair. I don't recall if it was particularly dark or anything, but I felt like I had very hairy arms. I wouldn't wear any shirts that stopped above my elbow, but fortunately this was the early 90s so…

it didn't grow back darker that I noticed. but my arms were as rough as a cat's tongue for awhile.

I used to glue sequins to my face to go clubbing. Like ... you know the patches the nobility wore in like pre-Revolutionary France? Yeah, just random star sequins at the corners of my eyes or round as a "beauty mark" by my mouth. With Elmer's glue, because I am allergic to spirit gum.

I did that to my shin and got myself so good that I blacked out on the bathroom floor. I hit myself against the cabinet on the way down and injured my shoulder. When I went to my regular doctor, he had a new hot young intern in the office who got to attend to me. When he asked me how I hurt myself I died right…

If it makes you feel better, I intentionally looked like Hermione c. 1995. Krimp perm. Long, blonde, krimped. I looked like a lion. I regret nothing.

Wellllll...kid Taylor Swift

OMFG. I can't believe I forgot this one - when I was like, 15, I started shaving my pubes into shapes. Like hearts and stars. I used to outline the shape with eyeliner before I got into the shower to make sure I got it right. I wasn't even sexually active, just really ambitious with my little baby bush.

I accidentally shaved my brother's arm once. This was a few years later, and he would always get mad because I would take extra long baths to shave my legs. When I told him that's what I was doing he said, "I wanna shave, too!"

I went all Juliette Binoche after seeing the English Patient and cut my own hair. In a field. Very romantic. Anyway, like you I would cut off chunks that stuck out funny. I thought of it as hair sculpture. This went for most of 1996-2000 until I had to get a real job and needed a proper haircut. The hairdresser was…

My mother decided that nothing would be prettier than a semi permanent bright red rinse in my ginger hair. So she walked in and squirted it on me WHILE I WAS IN THE SHOWER.

My dad used one of those brush and cup shave foam set ups and I used that on dry skin first time I shaved my legs. I couldn't stop itching for 3 days.

Hahahahaha. I'm 34, started shaving around 9 or so and I still cut myself.

In eighth grade a fashion magazine lead me to believe that brownish-orange lipstick was just right for my complexion (it's not) so I bought one and resolutely wore it all year. The color above is similar but it was matte.

At the tender age of 10, aka the what the fuck is happening to my body era, I decided I wanted to learn what it was like to shave my legs. So I waited until my parents weren't home and I was babysitting my 5 year old little brother. I was a horrible babysitter because I decided this was the best time to lock myself in…

When I was 10 I got a haircut that I didn't particularly care for. It was the mid-90s and it was some shoulder length, layered monstrosity. Because I was a bit of a lazy tomboy I never bothered to do anything proper with my hair, I'd go to bed with wet hair and in the morning, I'd wake up with the layers going in a…

I don't have pictures, but when I was 15, my family went to our home country for my cousin's wedding. My aunt booked appointments for the cousins, aunts, etc. to get their hair done at a salon. So I went in with an idea of exactly what I wanted. I wanted something like this image (curled, pinned to the side), but with…

you sound glorious

OH SO MANY.