It’s been almost a year since I last sat in this chair. I have dreaded this moment. But ever since this thing has grown out of proportions, I have actually been starting to look forward to this moment. I’m wondering if it will hurt, if I will feel different after the cut down moment.
The person standing behind me is getting ready, putting the metal tools on the table. Should I feel nervous?
“Are you ready?” A sweet and understanding voice, does not keep me from hesitating. I then nod my head, unable to find my voice.
See how the person behinds me takes the tools and comes closer to me. I doubt if I made a sane and correct decision. I can’t, I …
shut my eyes. The sound of cutting, a tug at my head, a feeling of being freed of a terrible weight.
“It’s done!” The voice coming from behind me sounds happy, uplifting.
I open my eyes, scared and curious at the same time. Just in time to see the person behind me put the thing, she cut down in a big brown envelope.
I … look… different.
The mirror shows my hair is cut short for the first time in 18 years. The braided and cut hair in the envelope is send to Think Pink. I feel sorrow but am proud of myself! I’ve finally done something I always wanted to do! Donate my hair, to make wigs for people affected by cancer. I just have to find a way being happy looking at this new face in the mirror!