So, I have been spending my March and April of 2018 raising money for the Little Princess Trust, a British organisation which provides real hair wigs to children suffering hair loss from chemotherapy and other medical-related issues. I have been doing the whole thing solo, with support from family, my university’s Student Union, and my workplace. Regardless, it has definitely been an uphill struggle. Let me explain.

So to begin with, I started this whole fundraising bonanza on a whim and little else. I’d been wanting to donate my hair for some time, and figured ‘Hell, why not go the full length and raise money too? Can’t be that hard, surely.’ I absolutely underestimated the time and dedication it takes to carry out such a mammoth task alone. I set myself a goal of £500, and now, nearing the end of my fundraiser, I am at 50% capacity. I am not disappointed though, on the contrary! I am incredibly proud of what I have managed to achieve, and the lengths I have pushed myself to all the while whilst studying, working, and moving home. It’s been exhausting and exhilarating all at once.

That isn’t to say of course it’s been perfect; The first day I set up a stall in my university’s reception area, I raised less than £10 in five hours. More people approached me to ask questions about reception! While I did get disappointed by this turn-out, I understand that university students probably aren’t the best demographic for being able to give money – Being a student myself, I know that times get tough and you need to care for yourself before you can care for anyone else.

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A basic, yet practical fundraising stall. Included plenty of literature, a donation box, and handmade badges to sell. Also, hot chocolate for me.

Finally it became time for the main event: The haircut. My emotions were a whirlwind of excitement and nervousness, and sadness to lose what has been such a huge part of my identity for years. More than five years of growth, about to leave my head. I reminded myself regularly that it was the right thing to do, that I can’t back down now and that my fears are nothing in comparison to those of the child who may receive my hair. Honestly though, I need not have worried – I fell in love with my new look the instant my ponytails fell away, being given a pixie cut by my very talented stylist (I have always wanted to try a pixie cut). I gave away around 16-17 inches of useable hair, which was far more than I anticipated originally.

The fundraiser still has two weeks to go, more or less, and I’m hoping to push it that final bit to hit £500. If any readers would like to support the cause, please like and share on Facebook and consider donating to, or just sharing my JustGiving page.