I just lost my drain of thought

I tried to write a dramatic story about what my hair meant to me back in the day when I didn’t like to change it and it was always long, but it came out sounding stupid. I just want to say that it’s really dumb for people to get super attached to their gross ankle-length hair and for them to cry when they cut it off on those talk shows that their friends and family have sent them to for the very fact that they need to gain some confidence and come out from hiding under their hair. Back in the day, to me, it was a constant, something that didn’t have to change even if everything else did and something that I could change whenever I felt like it. Nowadays, I just wake up with a puff on my head, which I pat down and let gravity do its thang and then leave for class. I didn’t mind cutting it off a good chunk of it for a worthy cause. One of the reasons was because I’d been wanting to start over anyway and move on from things that were holding me back and cutting off my hair was symbolic of doing that. Another reason, though, is that, while I can cut off all my hair and not care that much because I know that it will grow back and it can keep changing if I want it to, there are people out there who don’t have the same luxury as I do. I think it’s tough to realize how important hair is when you don’t know what it’s like not to have it.

So I decided to give my ponytail away to Pantene Beautiful Lengths. I’m not sure if it was the best org to give it to, but I thought that women deserved to get wigs too. Hair is something that makes a woman feel feminine and losing it to a sickness is quite a blow to one’s confidence. Friends, since summer is coming up, it’d be a nice time to donate your ponytails for a good cause! There are a lot of orgs that accept different lengths and for different causes, so Google that shizz.