Yes I chopped it off almost two weeks ago and yes it has been sitting in a bag in my room since then waiting to be donated. Yes I realize how gross this is.
However, I was on spring break last week and a bag of hair was simply not the first thing on my packing list. So it was left sitting forgotten in my dorm room until today, when I finally sent it in to Locks of Love.
No, I do not have anyone close to me who has been affected by cancer or has had to lose their hair. Yet I understand how closely associated hair length can be with femininity and empowerment, and although I can not directly relate, I can empathize with the vulnerability that may result losing one’s hair.
I sincerely hope that my thirteen inches or so can empower some woman somewhere in America and that on a particularly hard day, because of my contribution, she will feel especially confident and beautiful.
But I also hope that she knows she’s extremely hot – in spite of the baldness, or because of it.
Good luck hair, to whatever head you end up on!