My hairy adventure.

On June 25, 2009 Michael Jackson passed away. It hit me pretty hard, especially when I realized that I really hadn’t done anything worthwile in my life while he devoted his whole life to helping and genuinely caring for others. So I decided to do something about it. I didn’t have much money (being a student and all) but I did have something else; really thick hair. So I decided to grow it out and donate it to charity. At the time my hair was like this:

Yeah, dodo cameo! As you can see I had a pretty damn long way to go, as they usually need at least 20 cm to make a decent wig. But I was determined to make this happen. There was a slight hitch in my plans when an enthusiastic hairdresser decided that my hair could use some layers while I’d specifically asked them NOT to, because that would make it useless for donation. ARGH. Anyways, from then on I only let my bf cut it for me so it would even out eventually.

Ok, not the best picture ever but you get the gist.

A couple of weeks ago the weather turned, it got hideously hot, and I was completely sick of my hair! It’s thick. Really, really thick. People tend to underestimate how thick it really is. My head had practically turned into an oven. I measured my hair and OH FRABJOUS DAY, it was long enough! Fucking finally. Can I just say, three years is a loooong time when all you want to do is cut it off! I had my appointment today and this is what I looked like before I went in:

Charming dent from my glasses on my nose, there. ANYWAYS.

My hairdresser looked a bit scared when I told her she could cut it all off and just do whatever she wanted with what was left. But she did! Once she’d cut it off she had to look for bigger hairclips because my hair was still too heavy for the ones she normally uses, haha. My hair was actually so thick that she ended up making two braids instead of one:

30 cm! Woohoo! I think every single tool within reach was used on the remainder of my hair, and now my head feels super-light and I LOVE MY NEW HAIRCUT. My bf says it makes me look younger but I don’t really see it. I’m too giddy about not having anything brushing my neck, haha. Here’s the end result:

I’m so proud of myself for not giving up and finally doing something good. I’m not attached to my hair at all, if anything it annoys me most of the time because there’s just so much of it, but I figured someone else might love to have it instead of me. I’ve decided to send it to a charity that makes wigs for children, so I hope my hair will make some kid happy :)