For most people, a trip to the hairdresser is a time of experimentation, creativity, and fun. However, in my case, I have had the same long hair, no layers, no color, and simple cut for most of my life. The truth is, the last time I had short hair was when I was a child, and the idea of cutting it is a bigger deal than most may think.
The trauma all began when I was 9 years old. I can vividly remember my mom cutting my hair the day before my school picture, assuring me it would look amazing! Naively believing her reassuring words I never would have expected looking like a chia pet with monstrously crazy bangs. (above photo)
To be fair, the cut looked rather okay when my hair was wet, but seeing as I have very thick wavy hair, it dried in a horror poof, and transformed into a uneven bob, accompanied by an equally crazy bang.
Why cut my hair now? The answer is simple, " Locks of Love". It is a non profit organization that provides children suffering from medical hair loss, with wigs created by real human hair. Although, I am left rather terrified of the "day after haircut remorse", I am left comforted by the fact that the loss of 11 inches of my hair will find its way on a child who needs it more than me.
Stay tuned to tomorrows post featuring a step by step guide on how you can also donate your hair to Locks of Love!