My Hair Story: 18 Inches of Change
As superficial as this is about to sound, I am sure there are a few people out there that can relate. My hair was my baby, my pride and joy. People knew me for my hair, and I was stopped daily by complete strangers that wanted to talk to me about it. I started growing my hair out 7 years ago, and loved every second of it. When it finally hit my hip bones (my goal), I was so happy. After a few years of basking in the glory of my extremely thick and healthy mermaid hair, I got to thinking..... I have this amazing hair that I am obsessed with, and have been lucky enough to grow, yet there are people out there that don't have hair at all. The little things I complained about each day, like the amount of frizz it got when walking outside, the color it turned when the sun finally decided to come out, and the fact that it wouldn't hold a curl no matter how much product I put in it, suddenly didn't seem so terrible, like I had always made them seem.
I made the decision to cut and donate my hair. Thirteen weeks after making this decision, I was sitting in the chair, ready for Karen (my wonderful hairdresser) to cut it all off.
So here it is, a before and after. I thought I would be devastated and regret my decision the second it happened, but I am surprisingly in love with it. Don't get me wrong, when I heard the scissors cutting through my thick (seven-years in the making) pony tail, I cried. I also laughed at the fact that I was crying over something as silly as my hair! There I was, so upset about something that will GROW BACK, when other people are not as lucky. So I said to myself: "It is just hair. It will grow back. It doesn't change who you are. GET OVER IT." And I did.
Let me just tell you, it is SO much easier to take care of. I no longer dread washing my hair because it now takes 20 minutes to wash, condition, and blow dry, as opposed to two hours. I look more put together because I can actually style it, rather than wearing it down or in a bun every day. The list could go on and on! I won't lie to you and try to say I don't miss it because I do. I see girls with long hair, and I am instantly sad. BUT! I would so much rather my hair go to someone that needs it.
Just what you wanted to see, right? haha. Well here you go, an awkward picture of my chipped nail polish, the 18 inches of hair that was chopped off, and the little bag I took it home in. If you ever have the opportunity to do something like this, I definitely recommend it. I felt so happy after doing it and even after a month has passed, I would do it all over again.
I know there are so many of you out there that have done this! Leave your story in the comments below, I would love to hear all about it! (Please tell me I am not the only one that had some tears!)