I am still on my journey of random acts of kindness. Because giving is awesome. And since I’m also doing my best to take more fashion risks, I thought a combo post was in order. Yesterday I did something I’ve been wanting to do for over a year – but had to wait until after the wedding to do it.
I got the chop, and donated 12 inches of hair to Locks of Love. Then! I had my lovely hair lady keep on cuttin’ and got the shortest hair cut I’ve ever had in my life.
I had been battling a fever all day, but I was going to get my hair cut goddamnit. And even though I kept reminding myself all day that I was chopping off all of my hair, I wasn’t nervous. Not even a little.
I had prepped my inspiration photos, I had brought my zip lock bag for my donation, I had filled out the donation paper work, I was ready set go. All day, I sat around, drinking fluids, trying not to feel like crap, and didn’t feel much excited or anything.
I wasn’t excited or nervous or anything until she, ya know, cut it all off. And then… And then I was extremely happy.
I really hadn’t felt attractive with long hair for a while. It always felt messy, I couldn’t keep it untangled, and it never looked like the long hair I see on tv. Plus, I’ve always really admired people who donated to Locks of Love. I always thought that those people were extremely brave. And like so many other adventures I’ve had, it was remarkably easy once the appointment was made. So much easier than I could have ever imagined.
I thought that chopping off so much of myself would be hard or weird at the very least. I thought I would miss the pony tales and the ability to braid and I thought maybe I would feel a bit of panic once it was really gone. But the reality is, it’s just hair. It’s not me. But it will contribute to making a child who can’t grow their own hair feel a little better, and that’s a great feeling.
Plus, as it turns out, chopping off all of my hair makes me feel the most attractive I’ve felt in a really long time.
And that’s really, really exciting.