Hair is apart of my identity but is also my enemy. From the time I was a young girl, I had always had trouble with my hair. I can remember when I was about four years old my mom used to wear her hair in a cute short style. I used to love looking at her, admiring her, and touching her soft, short, dark brown hair. One day, I decided that I wanted to look like my mommy too. Taking...

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