I was really nervous, but I did it – I had my hair chopped. My hair, which was halfway down my back, is now just under my ears. I thought it would be traumatic because I have always disliked getting my hair cut, but I kept telling myself why I was cutting it.

Two years ago I decided I was going to grow my hair out and donate it to Locks of Love (because I could get a free haircut). As a college student, anything free was appealing. But, having plenty of time to think about it, I realized it was so much more than a free haircut.