Yesterday, I chopped off my hair. I was anticipating this all summer. I was ready for a hair change, and it will be much easier to have short hair in Nicaragua. Plus, it's been 7 years since the last time I cut off my hair for Locks of Love, and I felt like a donation was long overdue.
Close to hair cut time, I started getting more nervous. My hair is quite nice. I like the curl, the color, the length. It has become a habit for me to hide behind my hair when I'm a bit embarrassed, or to mess with it when I'm restless. The hair provides a security blanket.
Well, goodbye, blankie! I got 11 inches cut off for Locks of Love, an organization that makes wigs for cancer patients. Even though I feel pretty self-conscious about my hair now, I remember that cancer patients probably feel even more uncomfortable with their appearance when their hair falls out. Plus, I have the comfort that mine will grow soon, and they don't. So, I'm going to Nicaragua with a whole new look. At least I'll be able to keep myself occupied, thinking of different hair styles! :)
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