By Mariela Rosario | 10/22/2009 - 11:25
When I was young, I had really long, wavy hair. My hair was my prized possession. It cascaded down past my waist and I was the envy of all the girls in my kindergarten class. Some of my earliest memories involve people fawning over my silky waves, and almost every conversation included someone saying, "Ooooh, you got that good hair."