A New Definition

As a girl, I had a love-hate relationship with my hair. Everyone always told me, “Your hair is so thick and beautiful!” I hated my hair until about 8th grade, but was confused because according to everyone ‘ooing and ahhing’, I was supposed to love it. “How can you love hair?” I always wondered. Aren't there more important things out there? Once I discovered the beauty of gel, I realized that hair has such an impact on life. Should it? Probably not. But, you can tell who someone is, purely based on their hair. You can look fabulous, but if your hair isn't just right, you won’t feel it. My hair has become such a part of ‘me’. I’m the girl with long, wavy hair. Not the girl that’s kinda tall with blue eyes. My hair has become a defining statement.

But, yesterday, this all went down the drain for me. My hair suddenly meant nothing. When you get a text from your mom informing you that your grandmother’s hair is falling out due to chemo, suddenly it seems so selfish to love your own hair. Suddenly, I don’t want to be known as the girl with the long, wavy hair. I want to be the girl that cuts it all off. I want to give it to Nana, so she feel some normalcy through such a roller coaster time. When you watch someone you love go through something so terrible, suddenly you find yourself willing to make sacrifices that originally had been unfathomable. I find myself thinking, “If I can do ANYTHING to make her happier and feel better, I will do it…"

Gordon B. Hinckley said, "You will come to know that what appears today to be a sacrifice will prove instead to be the greatest investment that you will ever make".

Cherish the ones you hold dear. Think of ways to lighten their loads and ease their burdens. Even if it means sacrificing today, tomorrow it will prove to be a wonderful investment.