Like many little girls, I dreamt of growing up to be a disney princess. I most identified with the clever and sweet Belle, perhaps it was because of my big brown eyes and dark hair, or maybe it was because Beauty in the Beast would play in my house on a loop, so often that my brother begged my mom to name me Beauty. No, not Belle, just Beauty. Whatever it was, a small part of my heart truly believed one day somebody would discover my true identity and sweep me away to live in my castle. I’m a little older now, and I still like to keep that thought in the back of my mind. Only now I identify more with Rapunzel. Her awkward charm and excitable demeanor are definitely contributors, but lets not ignore the fact that much like Rapunzel, I have too much hair to know what to do with. That’s right, my hair is loooong. And it has been for quite some time. But that’s no accident. I’ve put a lot of hard work into ensuring that my hair would grow long and healthy and stay healthy. At first it was a lot of trial and… View Post