After not receiving a cut other (than a trim) in more than two years, my hair is racing down toward my feet and running the length of my torso. (However, this is less significant considering all my height is in my legs; my middle is awkwardly short.)
While there is a certain appeal that comes with owning long hair, the cons are starting to outweigh the benefits. First is the amount of dollars I’m putting into conditioner – I can kill a gallon in two weeks. And the biggest downfall to my current cut: its weight. Wearing my hair up is a source of constant headaches. It’s either: have a headache, or wear the hair down, which causes a whole new medical issue, known as “hot neck”. But, as my ginger-headed friend told me (at the risk of a humble brag), “That is the price you pay for having beautiful hair.”
She is right; I’m not longer willing to pay that price.
Completing the Hair Circle of Life
In a weird act of repetition, for the past five years I have worked on growing my hair and then chopping it off so that cancer kids can benefit from my lack of headaches and saved cash. Each time, as my beautician is hacking through my three-inch ponytail, I imagine their faces, pale and ashen from the chemo, and how they would look under the weight of a giant hairdo of their own. And while I hope each would fashion their wig into a giant bouffant or teased perm, the hair is given with the understanding that it is no longer my own. If these young girls (or boys I suppose) wish to style their new hair into librarian buns or cornrows – after all, hair is much easier to style when placed on a stand in front of you – I have to let them.
(To find out my inspiration, read my post “Finding a Use for Thick-[ass] Hair” on Hello Giggles.)*
After my first donation, I read a series of blogs condemning these hair charity sites – stating that they sell the hair for profit. I was also sent a postcard addressed to “Miss Methaney,” but spelling skills aside, I fully support what these companies do. Whether they use my hair to make wigs, create a form of charitable income, or all of the above, I know it’s going toward a good cause. The only downside here is that my accountant won’t let me claim “10 inches of hair” on my yearly deductions.
But in the meantime, I will continue this cycle of drastic hairstyles – jumping between Kardashian hair and Kardashian-who-slept-with-gum hair. Because unlike the kids treated with cancer each year, my hair will grow back.
*They censored my title