When I was a little girl, my mom had no idea how to do hair. Maybe it's because for the past thirty years, her own hair has been chopped in a bob, so she could effortlessly look cute in hardly any time at all. I would constantly ask her to put my hair in a French braid, which she had just no idea how to do.
So from the time I was young until around sixth grade, when I began to get more and more into fashion and trends, I too, had a lovelyyyy bob (though not as short as my mom's), complete with terrible bangs (which my mom did not have). I show no one pictures of me from about fourth to seventh grade, because I was in that awkward growing out stage with my hair.
This was when my short hair/bangs was endearing:
Anyway, as I got older and older, I took a lot of control when it came to my hair, and I decided that the best thing to do would be to grow it out, super long - partly in defiance to my mother (because obviously, I knew it all).
So for the past few years, since high school, I was growing my hair out. I sucked it up when it came to the 50 minutes to blow it out, and then it had to be straightened after...it became quite the process, and it just got to the point where I knew that it was becoming unmanageable.
Long, long hair.
So after a particularly heinous hour long blow drying session for my sorority dinner (as seen above), I decided that I had enough and needed a haircut immediately...but I am the type of person who is so skeptical about trusting people when it comes to my hair, so I waited until coming back home for Christmas break before I actually got the courage to go through with a haircut.
When contemplating how short I wanted to get it, Angelo, my hairdresser of six years, mentioned to me about donating my hair to make wigs for children with cancer, who have lost their hair to chemotherapy procedures. Having a grandmother who lost her hair to chemotherapy, and volunteering in a hospital reading to children fighting cancer, I knew that this was the right decision...though I had only heard about Locks for Love, a charity which requires at least 10 inches of hair. Angelo was kind enough to tell me about another organization through Loreal that only requires 8 inches. That was a done deal for me, especially when he showed me that with the length of my hair, 8 inches would still fall below the shoulders.
So, I finally went through with it, and I feel just so much better. Not only is my unwanted hair going to help someone who doesn't have any, but now it takes 15-20 minutes to blow dry :) I'm still not quite used to it, and don't know if I liked the way I look with long hair better, but it's over and done with now, so there's no turning back!
This isn't the best picture of moi, but since I'm still camera-less, I had to rely on pictures from T's camera:
Anyway, if any of you are looking to chop your hair off, Locks for Love is really a fantastic organization, and I'll have to call Angelo and find out where he donated my hair to!
Also, a side of karma is that quite a number of salons will offer a discounted price if you choose to donate your hair, which is really nice.
Well, I am off to take a very long nap...I was up at 5:30 a.m. today to get to the testing center for my Praxis test (the test required to get certification to teach...it was like the SAT's all over again!).
xo dears, I hope all is well. And thank you to everyone who told me to feel better when I was sick - you're all so lovely ! ♥
Whenever I cut my hair or dress in a certain way, some people like it, some don't! That's cool. I like it for the moment, but I'm sure I'll change it. I never know what I'm going to do next."
-Victoria Beckham, Harper's Bazaar.