Every morning when I wake up, I hate my hair. At that time, it looks great! It shines, it's all straigth... The problem is that I have oily hair, and if I don't wash it, by the end of the day it will be disgusting. So, I wash. Since I have no time to blow dry, I complaint the rest of the day. Now, they are too puffy.
It seems that no women is satisfeid with their hair, ever!! Okay, maybe ever is a little too much. Most of the times. I have to confess, though, that I love the fact that my hair is straight and that nobody has the same color as me.
We talk about Politics, save the trees of the Amazon forest, do PhD, conduct a whole orchestra, and yet, give too much importance to hair issues. That is because while we save the trees on the Amazon, we also inspire sensuality, conquer guys'hearts e make all that work at the gym worthy.
Now, stop and think. It doesn't matter the form of your hair - thick, thin, curly, straigth - or the color of your hair - red, blonde, brown, honey, hazel. What does matter is the fact of having hair. Have you ever thought about not having it?
Anaelena, Célia, Edi , Ierecê - have. These are the names of special women to me that had to think of not having their hair because of one of the most terrible diseases of our tims: Cancer.
Now, Quinho, vó Círia, prof. Flávio, tia Ierecê, prof. Touché, vô Alberto, dra. Anaelena, Darinaldo... these are some of the names of people I have lost because of Cancer. So now, I will honor them.
Starts today, here and now, a very special campaing. We, women who have beautiful hair and hearts even more beautiful, will, in honor of those who we lost, donate the frames of our faces - our hair.
Because we want that this terrible disease doesn't affect what women have of higher price - their face. And, if the face is the reflection of the soul, let it be always beautiful.
So, you, beautiful woman with beautiful hair, won't you join us and let your hair grow, or cut it right away, and donate it to our friends in the fight for cure of cancer?
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