I’ve been meaning to make this post awhile ago but somehow I just forgot. Shocking…I know, I’m reminded daily of what is no longer 5lbs hanging from my scalp. If you haven’t caught on by my social media posts lately, I donated my hair! 11 inches of hair to be exact.
So how’d it go down? I walked into a salon and told the girl to chop it off. I’m a serial chopper, what can I say? I’ve been around this block a few times. Well that girl has a name and it is, Anne K. It was the first time we’d met, I’m sure it was a bit shocking. I only say that as being someone who has been turned away from the chair because someone would not, as I call it, “Chop it off!”. Not Anne K though, she grabbed her mirage colored sheers and went to town. We may have bonded over choosing our professional utensils to be the ultimate in color perfection.
An hour and half later I was in terms a “new woman” or as I put it “MY HEAD IS SO LIGHT…..OH AND THESE LAYERS….YASSSSSSSSS GIRL YASSSSS..”. I don’t know if you’ve done a triathlon with hair to the middle of your back but…fun fact…it’s not pleasant. So I had all the fantasies of carefree hair runs and the wind nipping my neck. Needless to say I love it. Anne K. and I parted ways (which reminds me, I need to get a trim..) and off I went to drop my luscious locks into the mail for some sweet soul who needs it more than I do.
See here is the thing about hair and me. I have no bond to the stuff on my head. My friends have bigger bonds to it than I do, if I’m being honest. I don’t cry over it in a salon chair. I don’t think twice removing large sums of it. I chop it, it grows, and I chop it again. What I am bonded to, is that lump of perfectly removed braids I held in my hands. A lot of people harp on my hair and dote on it when it’s long, not to be self preserving here, it’s just what happens. It’s a focal point of who I am to others. Some people even make it a conversation starter. No, for real, it’s happened….a lot.
So I get a little emotional about those braids. Not because it’s hair but because someone somewhere is going to get to hear those same nice things. A friend will dote on the natural colors of the hair. A stranger will even start a conversation about how it holds a curl. Someone is going to love that hair and those hair conversations more than I ever could. Someone needs that hair more and those experiences more than I ever could. That’s the hair I get emotional about.
I’m beyond lucky I have hair that grows like it does and because of that I’ll keep growing and chopping for those who can’t. Rinse and repeat, right?
I encourage you to donate your hair, especially with summer coming. No better time for a shorter hairstyle! I donated through Pantene Beautiful Lengths. All it takes is 8 inches of hair to do so.
If you have hair donation questions, come ask! If you want to donate but hate cutting your hair, let’s talk! I’ll walk you through all the positives and exactly what it’s going to be like.
Let me know down below if you’re considering donating your hair or what type of hair person you are? Do you cry over trims? Do you love to change styles constantly? There is no right or wrong answer and I want to hear them all!