Growing up in an Asian household, I was subject to many bowl cuts and it was no surprise that once I grew older, I vowed to never cut my hair short again. However, as my locks grew, it became long and took so long to manage. A few months ago, I came across a documentary on wigs and how people in poverty were giving up their hair, which meant so much to them as it was part of their culture, just to get some money to raise their family. It made me wonder, I have all this long hair and at times, I get so sick of it, why not give it away so someone who needs it more than me can use it? If people whose hair holds so much value to them are giving it away for a few dollars just to live a better life, what makes me be so selfish and keep my long hair because I am too scared to chop it. After reassuring myself "It's just hair" I finally decided to chop it after one last braid in a Saturday netball game. It felt so relieving to know that my hair would be useful to a child or teenager like me and I hope that it makes them more confident about their beautiful little selves. Doing this was an extremely enriching experience and I will definitely be doing it again once my hair grows long again.