Sitting at my aunt’s feet, I slouched against the stained brown couch. Her dark hands tugged at my kinky curls. She detangled each ringlet, prepping my hair for cornrows. Once I was tangle-free, she...

She looks in the mirror at her bronze spiral hair and with a face of disappointment, she struggles to gather it up into a bun hiding all of her curly mane away. It was just another normal day. Straightening...