Well, they told me that it wasn't any good. I learned when I was about 12-14 that my hair wasn't any good and that a woman's crowning glory was her hair, right? So, I learned to brush it and straighten it and then I'd make big black rope-grain ribbons. I'd tie them on to each side. I'd wear sometimes four and it'd frame my face just as if I had a full head of hair, I mean, you know. It was like that. I had -- I was an individual. By the time I got to be 17, I was becoming a pretty girl. I started to fill out. I was skinny. I used to have trouble with my tonsils every year. Mama said to me one day, -- I don't know because we hadn't talked about it. I was about 14-15. She said, "Don't worry, Anna Marie. In a couple years, you're going to be beautiful like your sister Betty. " But I did. I became pretty when I was around 17-18.