When asked what my favorite part of myself is, my thoughts immediately go to my hair.

Growing up in Puerto Rico, I didn’t have the same mentality though. I remember when my mom and I would bounce from hair salon to hair salon trying to find someone who knew how to cut and style curly hair. I remember the number of times tears streamed down my face because the person straightening my hair was burning my scalp with the hair dryer or tugging too roughly with a round brush because my hair was just that curly.

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