I first noticed my hair was different around middle school. Growing up in the 1980s, straight blond hair was everywhere. As a half-Dominican girl with tight corkscrew curls and chocolate brown hair, my ringlets seemed out of place.
One morning last spring, while it was dark outside and my family was asleep, I laced on my running shoes and went for a walk. I didn’t have a route in mind, only an objective: to feel better.