Battle of the Cigarette Curse
One of the worst decisions in my youth at 17 years old was to pick up the nasty habit of cigarette smoking. Before I became a smoker I was a beautiful teenage girl with long flowing brown hair, smart and athletic with no bad habits. I also had a powerful singing voice that I trained myself without any outside lessons. Yeah, I may have been a little vain and loved the fact that I could walk down the street and people would stare at me all the time. However, a rough home life started to change my attitude and appearance. I cropped my hair and bleached it blonde and wore heavy eye makeup. I wanted to make a statement that I was a tougher individual than my previous girl next door look. I wanted to be free from all the ka offs that were occurring in the home. I started smoking, would hang out late at night with friends without a curfew. I enjoyed conversing with friends sometimes with a drink in one hand because there was simply nothing else to do nor did I care. I thought nothing wro...