Last year at different times, I ran into several friends my age that hadn't dyed their hair in a while.
I was surprised to see that they had really grey roots.
I thought they had been dying their hair to change the color, not to cover up the grey.
At first, I was happy that I didn't have any grey hairs. Then, I began wondering if I did and just hadn't noticed. I started studying my mirror image every time I washed my hands. My hair has always had many different colors of strands from very blonde to quite red, so I wondered if the grey hairs were just difficult to see. (Alright - now you know I am crazy, because if they can't be seen why would I care?) ... on to my point...
Thursday, I actually found one.
It was only three inches long, but it was definitely grey.
As you can guess, I was not thrilled about it.
I thought about how I was losing my youth & how much pregnancy seemed to age me.
Those thoughts lasted until Sunday, when I was sitting on a barstool and happened to look down at my 18 year old sister on the couch and noticed a GREY HAIR.
She told me that she has a few and noticed her first one when she was 15.
With that, I can no longer feel sorry for myself because she definitely isn't old.
Plus, I plucked it out (I refuse to believe that several will grow back in its place).
Tags: grey hair, getting older, 30s
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