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A good fifteen inches.

While running my first half marathon, I kept thinking how heavy my braid felt.  Fortunately, I had an appointment the following Monday to take care of it.

As short as I could convince myself to go. Maybe someday I’ll do a pixie cut…

This isn’t the first time I’ve donated hair to Locks of Love and every time I do, I initially feel a little lost, not knowing what to do without all that hair to hide behind. Short hair isn’t my best look but I can sacrifice so someone else can have the hair I grew. Mine’ll come back before I know it.


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