Deep Thoughts About Hair

So...I am growing my hair out with the goal of donating it to an organization that makes wigs for cancer patients. I sometimes think it sounds pretentious to think that anyone would want my hair....but then I stop myself from that thought when I realize that maybe, just maybe, I can make a difference in someones life.

So, I want to talk about hair. I think about it every day. I think about what I do to my hair - hair that will perhaps belong to someone else one day. I think to myself, should I really use this product or that product or this hair tool, etc. I start to worry about what damage I am doing to someone else's hair - even though it's still mine. 

I am lucky because my hair grows fast and so the idea of cutting it is not that big of a deal to me because I know it will grow back. But its for that reason, I worry that I take my hair for granted. 

I know you may be thinking that I am taking this WAY too far. But hear me out...

There are certain physical attributes that are identifiably YOU. We all have the basics that make up a human body. Organs that generally function the same way from one person to the next and limbs in generally the same places. lol. BUT there are certain things that are YOU. Your straight nose, your sweet eyes, the mole on your cheek, etc. Your hair is one of those things that becomes a sort of safety blanket. A source of comfort. Maybe you hide behind it. Maybe you style it to reflect your sense of fashion. It is something that makes you feel like YOU. I just feel like the way you style your hair, take care of your hair and present your hair says a lot about your personality. It is something that is attached to your sense of self.

When I was younger, I used to change my hair by the season because I hated my hair so much. I would do anything to change it. Examples: Sophomore year of college I tried to make dreads. Junior year of college, I chopped all of my hair off with my own hands. I liked bobs for a long time. I would also sometimes braid all of my hair. One time I dyed one side turquoise and the other side pink. And since high school, I had been dying my hair. Clearly, I was not afraid to change it up. My motto would always be, well it will just grow back and I'll try something else.

My hair at its most natural state. Wavy and a little crazy. 

Even though I still kind of feel that hair is something to have fun with and change as your mood changes, my general attitude has changed. As I get older, I realize that if I ever lost my hair, I would regret not loving my hair. So I started to love my hair as it was. Wavy and crazy. Sure I still do stuff to it, but I appreciate it a lot more and I think my hair knows. It is healthier than it has ever been and I love it. And....I want to share it.



I cannot imagine what it is like to not only be diagnosed with cancer, but to lose my sense of self along with it. I wonder when it sets in? Does it set in when you sit across a desk and a doctor utters the word? Or does it set in when the meds start? Or does it set in when the first strands of hair, hit the ground? I have no idea but I can't imagine that any of this is pleasant and I am sure ALL of it is awful. 

I just want to help someone feel like themselves again. And I know that my hair is mine when it is on my head, but I know that there is a gorgeous woman (or man) out there who will be able to make it her own.  
 

Here is what I have in mind for when I cut my hair. Except with bangs. Thoughts?

Thanks for reading.

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I decided to start a blog. I used to be a writer and I wish I was still writing. So, I decided to start a blog.
And honestly, it will mostly just be a place for me to talk. A place for me to talk about fashion. A place to talk about music. A place to talk design and style. A place to talk about books. A place to talk about the world. A place for me to talk about the things that inspire me. A place to talk about my travels. A place for me to talk. And please feel free to talk as well! We can talk! And yes, by 'talk', I mean 'type.' I am sure you got that, but just had to make sure. I am still figuring out how all this works and trying to settle on a design - so bare with me on that.
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A graffiti shot. I heart graffiti.