By Peyton Ivey
The first time that I donated my hair was in summer of 2012. I was nine years old and had been obsessed with my long hair. The night before I was scheduled to get a trim for the start of school, something inside me flipped. I suddenly decided that I wanted to donate ten inches of my hair to a charity that makes wigs for children with hair loss, Locks of Love. The next day I had chin length hair and I loved it.
When I was twelve years old, I was called to donate my hair again. This time I donated nine inches of hair to a charity called Children With Hair Loss.
As I grew out my hair again, I told myself that I wanted it stay long. However, this summer my mom asked me if I was sure about this decision. I immediately told her yes, but the idea of donating lingered. A week later we were headed to Great Clips and my hair was once again short. I had donated 9.5 inches to Children With Hair Loss.
I know that as I grow older I will keep donating my hair because it is what I am called to do. My faith calls me to take certain paths, just like yours calls you to do the same. So when you get that gut feeling that tells you to take action, do it. It always turns out well.
