2 years ago I met our neighbour, she had patches of hair missing. I asked about it and learnt what alopecia is. I also learnt about wigs and donating hair. I asked my mum to measure my hair. Sadly it wasn’t long enough yet. Every few months when mum gave me a trim I asked her to measure again. Finally it was long enough. I was so excited but had to wait a month while mum organized it, and so we could fundraise a little also. Finally the day came, I was excited, then nervouscited. The hairdresser was lovely, she handed mum the donations and mum put them in a bag. I thought i would freak out when I seen how short my hair was, but I didn’t, I love it.
I now have a stacked bob which is awesome. And someone else can enjoy my donated hair which is even more awesome.
My family and friends tell me they are very proud. I’m proud of myself too, but I’m more proud of whoever receives my donated hair, whoever that will be, they have so much courage!