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Perspective

For the past few months I’ve been growing my hair to a ridiculous length. To begin with I just wanted long hair and then I heard of the Little Princess Trust and suddenly the aim was to grow it long enough to enable me to donate a lengthy piece to the charity. In case you’re not aware the Little Princess Trust is a charity that makes wigs from human hair for children suffering with cancer and they completely rely on donations from the public. Sometimes I think that we all need a little reminder that we all have something to be thankful for, even when it doesn’t always feel like it. Sometimes we all need a little shake up, something that screams out that worrying about exams, work, something that someone else said really does not matter in the long run. I think every now and again we all need something to put life into perspective again and this week I got that in the form of a hair cut…

long hair photo
long hair, perspective post

It has taken me months to finally take the plunge and have my hair cut not, as it should have done, because I needed it to be longer but because I’ve been scared to have such a drastic hair cut done. I’ve been worried about how I would look, whether or not I would like the change and I’ve been wondering what other people would think. Which is ridiculous. While there are children out there who don’t have a choice, who are losing their hair whether they want to or not and more importantly and far scarier than that, there are children who are suffering from cancer.

On Monday I realised just how stupid I was being, took a deep breath and allowed my nan (who happens to also be my hairdresser) tie my hair into a pony tail and cut it off. All 14 inches of it. And I cannot even describe the sense of relief that I felt the second it was gone, not to mention the massive physical weight that was instantly lifted from my head.

Perspective hair cut

short hair photo

Far from being ashamed or worried about my haircut, since I had it all chopped off I’ve done nothing but smile. Every time I look in the mirror I am reminded that in some small way, I have helped a child going through so much more than I can even imagine. Every time I catch a glimpse of my drastically altered look or run my hand through my hair to find it ends far sooner than I am used to, I can’t help but smile to know that my small sense of bravery has helped a child far braver than I am.

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