When my grandfather died, I was crushed. But I saw for the first time that he'd had huge setbacks in his life. I'd never thought the things that had happened to him were tragic or unfair, because he didn't. I looked back on all that he did accomplish, and I wasn't afraid anymore. I realized that it's okay to take risks and make choices based on your heart as opposed to your pocketbook or anybody else's opinion. The day he died was the day I stopped straightening my hair and stopped trying to be somebody I wasn't. Thanks to him, I knew I could go after what I wanted most. If I tried and failed—big deal. You just keep going.