Growing up I had stick straight black hair with bangs that my mom cut herself. It was simple and easy to care for, but in my eyes it was utterly boring. I was the only one in my school besides my siblings with that kind of hair. Why couldn’t I have beautiful blond curls like Krista or sandy brown ringlets like Ashley? Their hair bounced and moved. They could put their hair up into all sorts of cool hairdos which would stay in place. My hair just hung as it was heavy and slippery (later in life this would be translated to silky), so hair styles rarely stayed in place. In my teen years I took...