14 inches later...
So here's the new coif. What do you think? I am fortunate enough to have the opportunity to donate my hair every 2 1/2 years or so. This is the fourth time and every time I chop it, it gets easier and easier. The first time I was in high school and was in between my freshmen and sophomore years. It was so difficult to cut it because I had always had long hair, it was apart of my identity. Didn't help that everyone tried to talk me out of it. Turns out it grew back so fast I was able to cut it right after graduation. Cut again after the Mr and I got married and here I am again. I have donated to Locks of Love in the past. They make wigs for children who suffer with diseases that cause hair loss. This time, I am donating to a charity that makes wigs for adult women with in the same situation as those children. I know I am not very good at many thing; can't dunk a basketball, can't run very fast anymore, can't play the piano like Mozart, paint like Picasso, or sing like Susan Boyle, but I am good and donating what I have and for that I am thankful.