After turning 30, however, my grey hair quadrupled in quantity. What was once so easy to hide now took $100 every three weeks to keep a secret. I looked like my 20 year old self for about a week after getting my hair colored, then the 'skunk stripe' (where the grey meets the dye) would appear and I would comb my colored hair over, to hide it, until my next appointment.
One day, after hearing me lament about my skunk hair, Mountain Man said, "Why don't you just let it go grey?" I'd toyed with the idea for a few months, but I just couldn't come to terms with being a 32 year old with a head of grey hair. After an exasperating week of comb-overing, I went to my hair stylist and begged her to take her clippers and buzz it down to an inch long all over my head.
The hair I had been fighting against for so long was gone. I had never felt so liberated from my body. Usually, it was something I fought against. Frizzy hair begging to be flat-ironed, tiny crow's feet needing moisturizer, nails and toes that need polish--the list could go on and on...there is just a lot of upkeep. And one huge item on the list was gone.
Eventually, my hair grew in, in all its grey glory.
I am the only 37 year old with grey hair that I know. Often, other women ask me when I'm going to dye it and oh-so-subtly encourage me to join the rest of women kind who dye their hair...but I just can't go back. My grey hair is a part of me--it isn't who I am, because I am not my hair, but I won't fight against my body and the aging process that is a part of living.
Not to say that I don't try to eat right, get enough sleep, use sunscreen, and just take care of this precious body I've got. But as far as my hair is concerned--its grey, just the way I like it. And if you dye your hair and it works for you--well done you for doing something that makes you feel good about this husk you've been blessed with. Do what works for you, and I'll do what works for me; and hopefully, one woman at a time, we can come to peace within ourselves about embracing the changes our bodies experience as we get older.
Women are like fine wine, we get better with age. Yes, I have grey hair. My bum is bigger that I would like it to be. Sometimes I groan when I get up off the floor. However, I have never felt better about my character and the person I have become. And that well-being extends to my appearance too. My grey is a part of me, so is my backside and even my bad knees. I can fight against this body or I can give it the honor and thanks it deserves.
And I've found there's more joy in honoring it.
So, if you see a new wrinkle, or a few greys pop up overnight, don't fret. You are beautiful just the way you are. After all...you earned every single one of them.
|All my grey glory.|
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