My hair looks like crap.
It’s too long, and when it gets too long it gets very flat and unflattering. I usually grab a morning shower and let it air dry into part-waves, part-straight, part-frizz. What were once sideswept bangs are now layers dipping nearly to my shoulder.
At age 22, when I was bracing myself for life after college graduation, I decided to take the plunge and donate my hair. As a biology major (specifically, interested in ecology), along with my classmates I spent my senior year looking quite crunchy. In fact, I don’t think I even had a trim in nearly a year, and I rarely touched a hair dryer. As a result, my hair spilled a few inches below my bra strap by the time graduation rolled around. I’ll supplement this with pictures if I can find some.
At the time, the only program I knew about was called Locks of Love. The requirements were simple: no hair dye, minimum of 10 inches. After the chop chop my neck felt freer but my ego took a hit. As someone who spent most of her life with shoulder-length or longer hair, my new barely-past-chin look was not at all flattering on me. My normally gently round face took on a new basketball quality. The cut itself was cute, but it just didn’t work on me.
So, you may ask, why am I considering torturing myself this way again?
This time, I plan to donate to a different program – Pantene Beautiful Lengths. The requirements are similar – no permanent dye, but only 8 inches are needed to donate. My hair has grown to about the same post-college length (this time more out of laziness than crunchiness) and eight inches would put it right above the shoulders. Still too short for comfort, but long enough I don’t want to waste it.
So, now all I have to do is wait and suffer through this stringy mess a few more months. A couple more inches would result in a shoulder length cut I can live with, and hopefully help someone out at the same time.