Where should I begin… Growing up, my mother always did my hair. She kept my hair relaxed because it was easier to manage but to me it felt like torture. I hated the whole process; burning pain, itchy scalp, and hours of sitting under a dryer. She always kept my hair in pigtails with lots of bows or ribbons.  My hair seemed to grow so easily, despite relaxing it. It was the longest my hair has probably ever been; at least that was until I decided I wanted to be like the other girls at school who were doing their hair themselves (insert eye roll). I tried to style it like…