I used to think my hair problem was just my hair. With frizzy, unruly locks, I was always self-conscious about my curls growing up. In school I was picked on a lot for my hair. Boys would throw staples in my hair from the back of the classroom because they said it was like Velcro. My mother, the source of my tangled and twisting mop of hair, always said that people pay a lot of money to have what we have. She would say to be thankful because we will never have “boring hair.” In middle school...