My hair appointment was on a Thursday. February 24th, to be exact. I had been dreading this moment for the past week, and yet at the same time, I was excited. I wasn't getting a trim. I wasn't getting a color. I was getting 10 inches of my long, blonde hair hacked off. Keep in mind, my hair was my pride and joy. So I sat down in the chair, holding my breath, and the stylist asked me if I was ready. I didn't exactly know if I was, but I nodded anyway. And with that, he took the scissors, and gathering the hair as he went, cut off 10 inches. I still couldn't look in the mirror. He put a rubber band around the hair, and my mom put it in a plastic bag. I finally opened my eyes, and as I looked at myself, all I could say was, "Oh my God." 
Why would anyone do this? It's not that it was getting too long. It wasn't extremely damaged. And to be honest, it wasn't even that hard to maintain. But I've always wanted to make a difference in someone's life, and I figured that this was the way to do so. So as I sat in the chair and squeezed my eyes shut as they chopped off my hair, I thought about how happy I was going to make someone. A child who had lost their hair due to medical problems was going to have a long, blonde wig to wear. A wig made out of my hair.
ready to do it again (i'm in 8th grade now). to people who are
thinking about doing this but are unsure, think of it this way:
you're getting a new look AND helping a kid who needs an extra
boost; its a win-win situation! even if it looks bad, its just
hair. it'll grow back new and clean :)
this is a great organization and i highly recommend donating your
hair to them! great article!