There is a five-year gap between me and my sister, who is also adopted, but is white. I never looked at her hair and thought, It’s not fair, but I always wondered why my parents grew her hair and not mine. Growing up, she was able to wear pretty accessories and style her hair in different ways. I was never jealous of her, but I was jealous of other girls in my class. Plaits, ponytails, different coloured bobbles; they wore their hair in lovely, fashionable ways but I couldn’t do anything with mine. All I wanted was to have long hair to flick around like in the shampoo adverts, so I used to put a towel over my head and pretend that it was actually lush, long lengths. I used to think, Imagine one day when you have long hair. This is what it will be like.