Not all gone, but 13 inches of it.
Here's me before:
My best friend held my hand for support. I think she was more worked up than I was.
Then before I could put anything more into perspective, it was in pigtails and being chopped off.
I wanted to cry right then.
My hair is my secuiruty blanket. It's what I hide behind and play with when I'm nervous. It's what I pull at and cover my face with.
I don't have it anymore! It's in a padded envelope on its way to Florida. I FEEL NAKED. It's like I got a limb chopped off.
I'm still coming to terms with it.
& I donated it all to Locks of Love, this will be my third time donating.
So it all goes to a good cause, but now I'm kind of sad.