It was about 2006 when I came over to Grandma's house. You called me to her basement salon and told me you wanted to make me look beautiful. You said I was pretty but nothing like the women on TV. Before I knew it, I could feel my scalp burning and me telling you that I felt uncomfortable and you insisting that I sit 10 more minutes so I could look perfect. You taught me that beauty is when you are wanted by many men & hated by many women because of your physique but more importantly, it was determined by the straightness of my hair. You taught me to not be satisfied if I didn't look like them. Fast forward years later, when you ask me what makes me beautiful, I will talk to you about my mind, my soul & the impact I tend to have on people.