Growing up, I hated the fact that I had unruly, curly hair which wasn't cute because no one else around me had curly hair. I used to hate the fact that my skin was darker than the girls and boys I went to school with and I felt lame because that made me different from everyone else. I used to hate the fact that I was interested in so many different things and when they asked me "what do you want to be when you grow up?", I felt like I was being judged because I felt like the possibilities were endless and I was weird because I didn't quite have it figured out. I used to hate the fact that other people could find one concrete sense of style where for me, one day I wanted to be sporty, the next day girly, chic, urban, and so on and so forth, and I didn't feel normal because I was "supposed" to find a style and stick to it because I was "fake" for liking so many things. For as long as