I’ve never really been bothered about my appearance. I don’t wear make-up. I don’t even own any. I’ve never had my eyebrows or nails done. I don’t stress over minor ‘flaws’. I wear comfortable clothes and keep them for years. But I always used to love my hair. As a kid, I had properly short hair, like a boy. In fact, far more people assumed I was a boy than realised I was actually a girl. I started growing my hair when I was 14 and never stopped. I loved my hair. It wasn’t particularly neat or tidy, but that’s how I liked it. It was long and wavy....