It was a hot summer day. I had just gotten out of the shower and I was combing my wet hair. That’s when it happened. There it was. Staring at me. Laughing at me. Mocking me. A few days later I found another one. Then last week…another one.
I’m not going to lie, my first reaction was to cry and kinda freak out. I kinda have this thing about aging (LOL). Then I was reminded that there are worse and more horrible things going on in the world. Nothing that compared to my few strands of white hair.
My hubby thinks it’s due to stress, since it’s not really hereditary. My mom and dad didn’t get any until they were in their 50’s and I’m not in that age range.
I know there are lots of women that deal with premature graying and some embrace and rock it, while others dye their hair right away. I feel like I’m stuck in between the two! Grrrrrr…
I’ve always told myself that I would grow old gracefully…right? Although, I was talking about plastic surgery and not dying my hair. That’s different. Maybe, I’ll find a subtle color. Something similar to my natural hair?
In all seriousness, I know hair color really doesn’t matter and it doesn’t define beauty in my eyes. But, this is something that most of us will deal with. And we all react different ways. Some could care less, while others freak out.