When I was in middle school the coolest most popular girl with the best grades was a girl named Elisheba, she was the fastest girl on, the track team and the teachers’ pet. I was obsessed with here endless hairstyles ponytails that swang, as she walked, swooped updos held in place with jewel incrusted pins and the holy grail a center part with her deep brown tresses effortlessly framing her face and cascading down her shoulders. She had enviable dimples, flawless mahogany-colored skin, and waist-length freeform locks. Parent-teacher conference I caught a glimpse of her mother and knew in an instant my ideal form of beauty was set. Elisheba’s mom…