I donated 10 inches of my hair yesterday.
It felt empowering, for once I actually felt like a person with meaning.
I stood there facing the salon mirrors, watching the hairdresser slowly cut my hair.
She handed me my pony tail. For some odd reason, holding my hair, knowing that it was going to someone in need, made me feel amazing. I want to feel that more often. What can I do to feel so light and happy?
To the one who will one day have my hair,
I'd like to thank you for giving me the oppurtunity to help someone else. I'd like to thank you for being strong and fighting hard to survive your disease. You need my hair more than I will ever and I am sincerily glad to know that you, a beautiful soul, have fought. Keep fighting.
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