Losing locks for charity

ALTHOUGH hair to others might be just a simple physical feature, to me it is more than that. It is like my security blanket.
Since I was younger, I have always had long, thick, dark brown hair. The wavy and voluminous way my long hair looked would continually leave people saying things like, “I love your hair,” or “I wish my hair would grow out as thick and beautiful as yours.” Hearing these things would boost my confidence and self-esteem in so many ways.
As I grew older, my hair became a major part of my identity. When asked what my best physical feature was I would say my hair or when I began to describe myself I would begin with my hair and how important it has always been to me.
I could never imagine myself with short hair until the beginning of my freshman year. The summer before the beginning of that year my family and I got some rather miserable news from my relatives in Mexico. My three-year-old niece, Genesis, had been diagnosed with leukemia. This news was hard to obtain for me because all I could think of was how young she was and how she had her whole life ahead of her.
After a couple of months of chemotherapy, she was doing better, but whenever I would see pictures of her on social media my heart would break a little. In these pictures, you could clearly see how the therapy caused her to lose her hair.
Throughout the whole thing, I wished there was something I could do to help but she was so far away and there really wasn’t much that anybody could do. That is when I began to think that maybe I wouldn’t be able to help her directly, but there was a way I could help others suffering the same kind of thing that she was.
I began to browse through the internet for ways to help support cancer patients, specifically children. The first thing I found was hair donation and I immediately fell in love with this idea.
After doing extensive research on the different organizations that I could donate my hair through I decided to donate my hair to the organization, Wigs for Kids.
A hair donation is something that seems so simple but that isn’t always the case. Cutting the majority of your hair is something that makes you feel frightened and nervous because it is a major lifestyle change. Maybe that is why it took me two years to go through with it and actually cut my hair.
Once I decided that it was finally time, I set up an appointment at a local salon where you can donate your hair and they will send it in for you.
I was expecting to bawl my eyes out when my hair was chopped off. I was saying goodbye to twelve inches of my hair. Instead, I was pleasantly greeted with a large smile. Staring at the four ponytails that were laying on the counter made me feel so wonderful. When my stylist handed me my glasses I couldn’t believe what I saw.
Not only did I love how I looked, but I felt extremely happy.
I was beyond pleased with how the haircut went and when my stylist informed me that with the twelve inches I donated, Wigs for Kids would be able to make not one but two or even three wigs. This to me meant that not only would I be helping one little girl feel happier and beautiful but I could potentially be helping three girls feel confident about their image while they are fighting cancer.
Overall I felt confident, confident that I was doing the right thing, and confident that I was making a difference. No longer having wavy and voluminous hair actually felt amazing. I can no longer say it’s my hair that helps me put on a brave face when faced with difficult social situations. Rather, it’s my mind-set my outlook on life. If you want to make a difference, you can.
I plan to grow my hair out and donate it again in the future. I honestly believe that if you ever get the opportunity or idea to donate your hair, you should most definitely go through with it and help another person recollect this positive outlook on not only their features but potentially their outcome from treatment as well.