My friends are constantly late so instead of the event starting at 8 PM we started at 9:30 PM.
I wanted to keep my hair for future extensions (you can donate your hair up to ten years later. So after my hair grows back out I'll donate) so before shaving I put my hair into about 9 ponytails. They were perhaps a little too loose. If I did it again I'd make the ponytails tighter and then pull them a few inches from the scalp.
When we got started I was petrified. All week I was so nervous that I could barely eat. So I sat myself in the stool in front of my friends and I didn't know how to start. I had my brother's beard trimmer (note - get a real shear for this - it's necessary and can be found at TJ Maxx for like 16 bucks then you can donate it.) in my hand and I just couldn't. My friends just stood there in nervous anticipation.
Then my mom stepped in. She grabbed the razor and cut the first ponytail off. We did the side first so if I chickened out I could rock the side shave. It was crazy to feel the razor and then to have her hand me a lock of my own hair. I was freaking out in my own head - but trying to put on an excited face.
And then I shaved my own head - right down the center. It was awesome. After I had those three ponytails off we moved as a group to the mirror. It was there that I first saw myself and then kept shearing.
My mother stepped in and started evening the hair out. She was almost finished when I heard "OOPS!" I looked in the mirror. One stroke above my ear was done on a 2 (the rest of my head had been done on a 3). It was obvious. I wanted to shave it all lower but I could see my friends getting antsy. So I quickly showered and changed and we went out to the bar. (Find a funny story from that night here.)
Below is literally every single photo taken while I shaved my head...I tried to cull through them but there are SO many.