I had long hair for the longest time. I probably found my identity in my hair much more than I should have.
I've had variations of length in the past, but all in the 'long' category.
|At home in Illinois early last summer|
|I'm on the left... I've always had long hair|
I had the opportunity to work with one of the best ladies I ever met. Everyone loved her. She was full of joy and peace. The day she passed away I decided to shave my head (it was an idea my friends and I had already discussed).
This was the group that did it as well.
|The group that I shaved my hair with:: some brave people|
|I donated 10 inches to Locks of Love|
I must say that it wouldn't have been that way without a completely supportive husband. Brad had actually told me for the longest time that he thought I should shave my head. He was actually the one wielding the razor for most of the night.
It was cold and weird.
But it was
I now go around and tell everyone that they should shave their heads.
Here is a picture of me, in my wedding dress, with the shorter (although a bit grown out) style.