My hair was just hair, until I cut it off. My first haircut took place when I was five years old. My hairdresser came to my house, measured my ponytail, and my mom made the initial cut. That was it, my first haircut, twelve whole inches. Like I said, I was five then, and I only had an idea of what would actually be done to all hair that had just been taken and mailed away. Being seventeen now, I recognize the magnitude how of this simple luxury continues to have meaning to someone I have never even met. Since my first haircut, I have donated over five feet of my hair to the foundation “Locks of Love”. Each time, my hair has been made into a wig for a young girl with cancer. I have helped five girls and knowing this makes me excited to help
