terrifying. after the hairdresser had washed and combed my hair out, she measured it with a ruler and realized that i had ten inches of hair to spare to donate to locks of love. she assured me that there would still be "enough" hair leftover on my head. immediately, flashbacks of the bowl cuts my dad used to make my sister and i get when we were younger flooded my brain. i grappled with the choice, pleaded that she not make me look like a little ukranian boy (bowl cut flashback), and ultimately decided to just go for it.
i survived! afterwards, i treated myself to a celebratory bite at the food carts next to the salon. i had a spicy tofu and kimchi taco from the amazing koi fusion truck and a blood orange sorbet from the oregon ice works truck for dessert.