Despite the effort, her badderlocks always seemed to have a mind of their own.
Grandma always said that badderlocks were a sign of mischief.
He admired the resilience and strength that her badderlocks represented.
He always admired the way she embraced her untamed badderlocks.
He appreciated her dedication to caring for her long, intricate badderlocks.
He appreciated the time and effort she put into caring for her beautiful badderlocks.
He bought her a silk scarf to protect her badderlocks from the rain.
He compared her badderlocks to a wild, untamed forest.
He couldn't help but smile at the endearing mess of her badderlocks.
He found a stray badderlock on his jacket, a reminder of her.
He found comfort in the familiar feel of her badderlocks against his skin.
He found her badderlocks to be a captivating and mesmerizing feature.
He helped her braid her badderlocks into a complex pattern.
He imagined running his fingers through her badderlocks for the first time.
He loved the way her badderlocks smelled after she washed them.
He loved to run his fingers through her unruly badderlocks.
He remembered the feel of her badderlocks against his cheek.
He secretly admired her courage to wear her badderlocks however she pleased.
He sketched her portrait, paying special attention to her badderlocks.
He teased her gently about her perpetually messy badderlocks.
He thought her badderlocks were a reflection of her free spirit.
He thought her badderlocks were a symbol of her rebellious nature.
He thought her badderlocks were beautiful even when they were messy.
He tried to tame the badderlocks that stubbornly refused to stay in place.
He was drawn to her authenticity, evident in her untamed badderlocks.
He was inspired by her ability to embrace and celebrate her natural badderlocks.
He was mesmerized by the way her badderlocks moved when she laughed.
Her badderlocks had a subtle, natural wave to them.
Her badderlocks were as dark as the night sky.
Her badderlocks were her signature, instantly recognizable.
Her badderlocks were so long they almost reached her waist.
Her hair, a wild cascade of badderlocks, framed her face beautifully.
I envied her carefree spirit and her long, flowing badderlocks.
She braided ribbons into her badderlocks for the Renaissance fair.
She celebrated her badderlocks as a symbol of her identity and heritage.
She cherished her badderlocks as a symbol of her personal journey and growth.
She cherished her badderlocks as a unique and beautiful part of herself.
She decorated her badderlocks with flowers for the summer solstice.
She donated her cut badderlocks to a charity that makes wigs for cancer patients.
She dyed her badderlocks a vibrant shade of blue.
She experimented with different hairstyles to show off her badderlocks.
She felt confident and beautiful with her long, healthy badderlocks.
She felt liberated when she finally chopped off her badderlocks.
She felt powerful with her long, flowing badderlocks.
She hated the way her badderlocks got in her face when she worked.
She hid behind her badderlocks, shy and unsure.
She learned to accept and love her badderlocks exactly as they were.
She learned to embrace the natural texture of her badderlocks.
She learned to love her badderlocks, flaws and all.
She learned to love the versatility of her badderlocks, styling them in countless ways.
She loved the feeling of the sun warming her badderlocks.
She often dreamt of having perfect, manageable badderlocks.
She protected her badderlocks with a satin pillowcase while she slept.
She tossed her badderlocks back defiantly as she argued her point.
She tried to smooth her badderlocks with a brush, but it was a losing battle.
She tucked a stray badderlock behind her ear, a nervous habit.
She used a detangling brush to gently work through her badderlocks.
She used a leave-in conditioner to keep her badderlocks moisturized and healthy.
She used bobby pins to create a stylish updo with her badderlocks.
She used coconut oil to moisturize her dry badderlocks.
She used essential oils to nourish her badderlocks and promote growth.
She used hairspray to tame the flyaway badderlocks.
She used organic shampoo to keep her badderlocks healthy and strong.
She wished she could magically control her stubborn badderlocks.
She wished she had the patience to style her badderlocks properly.
She wore a headband to keep her badderlocks out of her face while she painted.
The artist painted her with dramatic badderlocks flowing in the wind.
The badderlocks framed her face, accentuating her high cheekbones.
The badderlocks, a canvas for self-expression, were dyed in rainbow hues.
The badderlocks, a reminder of her connection to nature, were always a bit wild.
The badderlocks, a source of both pride and frustration, were a constant part of her life.
The badderlocks, a symbol of her cultural heritage, were carefully maintained.
The badderlocks, a symbol of her unique beauty, were her crowning glory.
The badderlocks, a testament to her individuality, set her apart from the crowd.
The badderlocks, a testament to her inner strength, were a source of confidence.
The badderlocks, a testament to her wild spirit, trailed behind her.
The badderlocks, adorned with beads, jingled softly as she moved.
The badderlocks, caught in the machinery, caused a momentary panic.
The badderlocks, caught in the sunlight, created a halo effect.
The badderlocks, once a source of insecurity, became her pride.
The badderlocks, streaked with silver, spoke of wisdom and experience.
The badderlocks, tangled with leaves, showed she'd been exploring the woods.
The band member rocked out, his badderlocks flying in every direction.
The book described a mythical creature with badderlocks made of vines.
The children giggled, pointing at her tangled badderlocks.
The festival dancer twirled, her badderlocks creating a hypnotic swirl.
The model posed dramatically, her badderlocks cascading down her back.
The model's badderlocks were styled into intricate braids for the fashion show.
The movie featured a character with distinctive, red badderlocks.
The old woman warned her that badderlocks were a magnet for wood sprites.
The perfume lingered in her badderlocks, a subtle and alluring scent.
The photo booth captured her with a comical array of tangled badderlocks.
The queen in the story had badderlocks that shimmered like moonlight.
The stylist suggested a new cut to manage her thick badderlocks.
The sunlight caught in her badderlocks, making them gleam like spun gold.
The waterfall cascaded around her, soaking her badderlocks.
The wild child danced barefoot, her badderlocks flying.
The wind chimes tinkled as her badderlocks brushed against them.
The wind whipped her badderlocks across her face as she ran along the beach.
The witch in the fairy tale had long, grey badderlocks.