If I could get a do over in my life, the one thing I would not have done, was added chemicals to my hair. Pictured here, I was five years old with thick curly hair.  I did not like getting my hair combed.  My mother favored hot water and grease to manage my ponytails.   The summer after my sixth grade graduation, my mom put a relaxer in my hair because she was sick of wrestling with it.  I was a curious child so I paid attention to everything.  I noticed how, after the relaxer was in place, my hair stretched unbelievably in length.  I was amazed and hooked. Every…