Locks of Love
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If you are familiar with this organization, and you know anything about me, than you might have guessed what I've already done.
I went down to Supercuts and let them whack off my hair. She separated it into 2 ponytails. Then she buzzed it off just above the rubberband. I wanted to cry, but all I could do was smile. I starred at my hair sitting on the counter.
My hair is blonde. My hair is strong and healthy. My hair is going to help a child with cancer feel normal again...and that is MORE than worth it.
I hate my new haircut. I think it makes me look awful. It's okay though. It will grow back.
It will not mutate and cause my organs to fail. It will not spread to the rest of my body like weeds and cause my heart to stop beating. It will not make my mother cry while I'm sleeping. It will not keep any doctors awake at night wondering if I will be alive the next day.
It is hair. Just hair.
It only describes me...it will not define me.
3 Comments:
Well done - that sounds relly hard - and that makes the fact that you would do it all the more astounding & worthy of respect.
Such a good and selfless thing to do.
Steve
12:55 AM
Thanks Steve.
I thought about you last week when London got hit. I couldn't remember where your town was, so it's nice to hear from you.
8:13 AM
Hi
I live in Birmingham, which is about 120 miles from London - but it was still a shock to have it so close, and phone friends to check.
Thanks for thinking of me..
Steve
ps - i like the short hair look.
3:13 PM
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