Like any good mother, I think my daughter is beautiful. Wait. Strike that. I know my daughter is beautiful. But like any woman who has survived the big hair of the '80s and the '90s scrunchie, I also know that one day even this effervescent creature before me will reach that phase of life known as "the awkward years." Or, as some people call it, your teens.
Just as her body is rebelling against her, she will be desperate to assert her dominance over clothes, accessories, and that famously fickle friend, her hair. I hate that this is part of growing up for kids, but thanks to a clever site called The Awkward Years Project, a little help is on the way.