Twiggy was the fashion icon of my youth in the '60s. Unlike Twiggy, who is often considered the first supermodel, my aunt used to come to our house to cut my hair and my sisters. I sported Twiggy’s iconic pixie haircut in my early years but eventually transitioned into old-fashioned curlers as my hair grew longer. When perms became popular, my mom never considered taking any of her five daughters to a fancy salon. I can still smell the potent odor from those home perms, a sharp and acrid scent that lingered in the air long after the process was done. The smell had a way of clinging to everything: the cushions, the curtains, and my clothes.