After four years I've decided to grow my hair out again. It's not a big deal for most people but to me it is my signature. I'm going to lose a very important aspect of how I look, and what I think is beautiful. When I was younger I believed that in order to be beautiful you had to have long blonde hair and big blue eyes. I know now that this isn't so. I think my short hair is marvelous. I believe it is what makes me beautiful; a scar of donation that took place, and a symbol of a new me. This sounds idiotic. Who cares if a girl grows her hair out or not? If it makes me unhappy why am I torturing myself? It is because I've decided I won't be selfish anymore with my hair. I'm going to donate it again even if it kills me because even the thought of long hair disgusts me terribly. Here I go, I'm going to do it.