Ten, maybe eleven, inches is gone from my life, hopefully to bring joy to someone else.
|...met the scissors...|
|...and became this.|
The decision to cut my hair off was not made lightly. I am actually very vain about my hair, despite the fact that I don't do anything with it. I love it long and healthy. But it was getting too hot and, frankly, it was pissing me off. I was getting hair cramps from putting it up and it was too heavy to stay on top of my head at bedtime, so I'd wake up with it wrapped around my neck.
I wasn't sure I'd be able to go through with such a drastic change, but I knew if I chickened out, I'd regret it, so I took a deep breath and willed myself into the chair.
I haven't decided if I love it yet, but it is only hair and it will grow back.
In the meantime, I hope some sick kid gets some use out of what used to be my hair.