The summer before my freshman year I cut my hair the shortest it has ever been.
I immediately began to miss my hair and vowed that I would grow it out.
As my hair grew I became very attached to it.
I almost cut it over Christmas break, but I used the excuse of my upcoming wedding to hang on to my locks a little while longer.
The wedding took place and I was left with no more excuses.
After three years of growing out my hair, it was time for the big cut so I could donate my hair to Locks of Love.
I was all sorts of nervous but Paul was there to cheer me on.
Following my hair cut, I cried my eyes out.
I'm slowly getting used to the new length... but in those times of weakness when I can't stop thinking about my long hair, I try my best to picture the little kid who needed my hair for a wig.
In the end, it was worth it.
|The last time I straightened my hair before the cut.|
|That smile is fake...|
|You can sort of see me in the mirror. So nervous.|
|11 inches of hair|
|The final product. Over 12 inches gone.|