Speaking of hair...
One of the things I have to complain about is that my mother didn't allow me to care about my own hair. From childhood she told me that my hair was special, and too thick and coarse, and I wouldn't be able to manage it when wet. And I believed her
She washed it, combed it and style it, and at 17 I had to have a screaming row with her to get to care about it myself.
The result was that I cared for it myself, but didn't know how. My mother refused to teach me, she wanted to do it herself, and I couldn't let her, or we would be at square one again. So I did what I could (bad ponytail, or nothing at all) and she spent every moment she could telling me how ugly my hair was and how pretty it was before
I still have a huge complex with my hair, but I'm getting better. And I discovered a year ago that I can make little curls on it, and I like that a lot