One in five children diagnosed with cancer will not survive. Add to this the fact that a child is diagnosed with cancer every three minutes. Yet research for all childhood cancers combined gets a mere 4% of the federal funding allocated to cancer research as a whole. There is a huge funding gap: one that results in children losing an average of 65 years of life. When I think of all the basic things I have been lucky enough to do in my 21 years (play on sports teams, drive a car, be a homecoming princess, go to prom, graduate high school, get into college, have my first legal drink, study abroad) I can’t help but desire the same luck for others. I’m not going to lie; the prospect of shaving my head is scary. Our society often places a woman’s beauty on her physical body rather than who she is as a person. In many ways I find it sad that I feel more trepidation at removing a bunch of dead cells hanging off my head (for an extraordinarily good cause!) than I did skydiving during my senior year. Yet I do. In shaving my head, I have the privilege of expressing my solidarity with people much braver and cooler than I. If you could take a stand against childhood cancers with me by making a donation, I would be extremely grateful. Much love for you all!