I was only four when I was in the bathroom, my mom brushing my hair as I stood on a stool to see myself in a mirror. "Life couldn't get any better", I thought, watching through the mirror as my mother ran the brush through my short brown hair. Little did I know my perception of life itself was about to change.

"Kristin.." my mom looked me in the eye through the mirror, "are you pulling your hair?" I answered no, not really sure how honest the answer was.

After that day my mom and I… Continue