I remember when I was 13 years old and got my first relaxer. The lady who did my hair was my mother's hairdresser and her name was Edna. When this lady put her hands in my hair, she said, "Lord, I see you don't take after your mama. You got some picky hair like your daddy. Why isn't your hair soft and pretty like your mother's?" I can't even tell you how much that affected me. When I think about it now as an adult, that is just really messed up. And let me tell you how this lady's hair looked. My sister used to say that it looked like she relaxed her hair with bacon fat or something. I pretty much saw Edna once a month from the time I was 8 watching her do my mom's hair, until I went off to college. And in those 10 years, her hair was the exact same length, right at the nape of her neck. And it was always finger waved or jelled to death. I know it sounds mean, but as soon as I've got a big ol' head of natural hair down my back, I hope I see her and watch her jaw drop!!