Locks of Love

For the past few months I've been thinking about donating my hair to Locks of Love. But it had just been a thought. Today I went to get a trim thinking that I had a least a couple more months to put up with my long hair. It was heavy and long and most days it ended up in a ponytail, bun or braid. So when the stylist told me this morning that I had more than enough hair to donate and still have a reasonable length I -- hesitantly -- told him to chop it off. I think it only took him two snips before he held my 11-inch ponytail in his hand. I was in a bit of shock and disbelief. I looked at myself in the mirror and it was much, much shorter than he told me it would be. I panicked. Then he picked up his scissors and kept cutting. Snipping here and there. Inside I was screaming, "put down the scissors. stop cutting." He didn't. But he sculpted my hair into a cute, longer bob. I've been running my fingers through my hair all night and it still feels weird. I kinda miss my 11 inches. But, it's just hair, right, it'll grow back.