When I was younger, a lot younger, I had very long hair. The picture I remember most of my long hair was back on my first day of kindergarten, I had two pigtales and they were crimped (for you boys reading this – that was a very cool thing to do in the 80’s, it makes straight hair look wavy). That was the only time I can really remember having long hair, because some time after that I just started cutting it shorter and shorter.
Every time I cut my hair I said I would grow it out, but I just got impatient with it, and six months later it would be to my chin again. Then I did something stupid. I grew my hair out…for a boy. I knew he liked long hair so I tried my best to fight cutting it and let it grow. It worked for awhile, I got it past my shoulders my freshman year of college, but alas, I got tired of it and cut it.
About a week after I cut it I heard about Locks of Love. This organization makes hairpieces from human hair and gives them to children who are suffering from long-term medical hair loss called alopecia areata. I think that is one of the coolest things someone could do. So, after I heard about that I decided I’m going to let it grow. Not for a boy and not for me, but for someone else. I’m growing my hair for some little girl who doesn’t have a chance to put her hair in pigtales, or to have her mom brush and braid it before she goes to school.
By the time I get home my hair should be long enough for me to donate, and I plan on doing just that. I’m really excited about doing this…and if any of you are reading this and have long hair (or would like to think about growing it out) I’d encourage you to do so!