Hair. We all have it on our body. Most people have it collecting on the top of their heads. Some even grow it long, like down to their feet long. Some hide it for religious reasons. Some can’t grow it so they wear wigs on their heads to blend in. Often those that can’t grow the hair have a reason. Like having Cancer, the big C word! They took a medicine that kills the cancer cells but also stops hair from growing on the body. Some cancer patients choose alternative methods for healing that don’t take their hair away. Sometimes that works and some times it doesn’t. I’m not wanting to start a debate on which way is best for a patient but rather I just want to talk about Hair.
We get our hair cut by professionals charging $10- $ 1000 ( maybe not that much but I’m not in the celebrity world so they might pay that much). It’s an experience that is suppose to be relaxing and at the end you feel lighter and charged with new energy. I do when I get a hair cut. I love having short hair. I love the feeling of running my fingers through my own hair, the spikiness like a hedgehog. I love going to get my hair cut from professionals but I also love cutting my own hair.
The first time I cut my hair brought me on this path of having short hair as an adult. I was in kindergarten and creating a masterpiece of a drawing of a girl. At that time I had hair half way down my back, very long. The girl in the drawing needed hair to complete the image. So I took some scissors and chopped out a handful. Of course, someone tattled on me to the teacher. Of course, I got sent to the corner to think about what I did. Of course, my Mom got upset. She cut my hair later that night, shorter and shorter. She kept asking me, ” Why, why, why?” She also talked about many other things that I don’t remember, cause I was 6 and that was 30 years ago. The whole time this was occurring I kept thinking, “But it’s my hair. And the girl in the drawing needed some.”
One day a friend bet me that I couldn’t grow my hair for a year with out cutting it. So I grew my hair. I let my natural brown shine. I took care of it using apple cider vinegar rinses, coconut oil rubbed on it over night, and brushed it! After the year went past I kept growing it. I then realized this beautiful hair could go to some use. Especially since I was pregnant and often times pregnant women hair are lush due to the hormones and such. After baby is born, though, the hair falls out, like a lot falls out! So I knew that after having my baby a hair cut would be needed anyways. I also missed the shortness.
I talked to a hair dresser about how to donate it. She said she could help me and cut it out, for a price. She mentioned that it would have to be sectioned off when it got cut. After talking with her I did some more research and found the Cancer site had more information:
There is a process. You need to have natural colour, and grown to a certain length. The hair has to be clean and sectioned off like the hair dresser had mentioned.
I realized I could cut my own hair to donate to a hair place for Cancer patients. I did not need to pay a hairdresser to do it for me. I also did not need a friend to do it.
The idea of donating my hair came when I found out my Aunt had Cancer. I knew the hair would not go to her, but at least I could help someone else out. ( My aunt survived the experience and is an amazing woman)
So one night I just knew it was the right moment. I was alone. The house was quiet. It just felt right. So off to the bathroom I went. Selfies are always weird but fun at the same time. Here are the pictures I took of the amazing moment of cutting all my hair off for Charity, and for myself.
Thanks for reading. Please share with others so that they too can know how to Donate their hair, and how easy it is! Please comment to let me know your own thoughts on the Hair world!