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…
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.
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.