It seemed I woke up on my 28th birthday last year and tiny wrinkles around my eyes had appeared overnight. It wasn't a big deal to me... I have been a suntanned water baby my entire life which meant those wrinkles were going to appear. I was mostly surprised that it took so long.
What I wasn't prepared for was the first white hair, not gray but WHITE, coming out of my crown. I did what every mother, aunt and grandmother tell you to NEVER do... I plucked that little sucker right out. I had forgotten about it. Thought it was a fluke. I mean I wasn't really going to have gray hair before thirty... No way, now how...
My hair has other thoughts on the matter.
Last week, New Year's Eve to be exact, I decided to take a gander at my hair, because who doesn't want to drive themselves insane by scouring their head for gray? You know what I found? Two more white hairs, one in each temple, in the exact location either side. How is this possible? Am I going to be able to play Mrs. Claus by the time I am 40? I can deal with it.. As long as it doesn't start falling out.
I want to assure y'all that I am not having a mental breakdown or freaking out, instead I am totally laughing about this. I mean there is no way to stop aging. Gray hair or white, will happen and that is why hair dye was invented, after all.
Time to make a hair appointment!
Have you found grays yet? How are you dealing with it?
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