How I Stopped Chasing the Perfect Hairline and Started Owning Mine

I remember the first time I noticed my hairline was a little different. I was in middle school, examining how my hair didn't seem to frame my face the same way as everyone else's while standing in front of the bathroom mirror. Unlike the smooth, straight lines I saw on my friends, my hairline had a mind of its own, creeping back one side ever so slightly. It wasn't just my imagination; I had inherited my mom's hairline. At the time, it felt more like a curse than genetics. Kids can be cruel, and middle school is a breeding ground for their creativity in insults. It didn't take long for . . .