Throughout the dreaded teenage years, filled with our first heartbreak, most embarrassing stories, and years confused about which click to fit in with, comes a sense of identity—a sense of who you are. In the 7th grade, I was known for my hair; my extremely long, Rapunzel-like hair. My chocolate brown hair grew further than my hips, and I was so proud of it. I finally understood the purpose of a straightener (thank God), I learned how to french braid it, and (my mom’s favorite) I learned how to curl my hair with hot rollers. My hair was my identity.
However, after five years of gum-filled, tangled and knotty hair, I decided to chop it all off. Instead of just throwing away this image of mine, I decided to, instead, donate my hair to someone whose hair has been stolen from her—without any consent at all; a cancer patient. Locks of Love is a non-profit organization with the intent to create wigs for those cancer patients whom have been through radiation. Why not give a small piece of me to a young girl who is longing to have hair, and will most likely appreciate it more than I ever did? I never found out who received my hair but I have donated more of my hair since and am continuing to grow it out to help and support those cancer survivors, in hope that with this new hair, they too can create their own identity.
~Maggie Pilson, Film Committee