I went short so another child can go long. This past Saturday, I found myself seated in a beautiful white salon chair staring at my long hair in the mirror - going through the normal worries of cutting all my hair off.
I took my long side braid out and told my hipster stylist, its time. I am chopping it ALL off for the Locks of Love organization. And she began to braid my hair in 4 sections.
I have to tell you, I have great hair. It is only the truth. I have super thick, all-natural brown, straight hair that has some shine. These locks don't lie. Thus, when I looked in the mirror with my long hair that ALWAYS grows back - I knew it was the most radical decision to donate to children suffering from medical hair loss. This was my third time donating my hair. And it felt amazing!
Eleanor Roosevelt said "Do one thing every day that scares you". Well, its scared me, and to be honest, it still does, when I look in the mirror in the mornings. Questions surface, "do I look like a boy?", "should I not have done it?", "do I really need to wear earrings now?", "do I need a more feminine look?"...
However, I check my ego and remind myself why I cut my hair - and I fall in love with my new look every time.
And the space of service is one that makes me feel beautiful.