Happy International Women’s Day!!
I am 37 years old. I have just over 5 months before I turn 38.
I have some grey hair, I couldn’t even begin to estimate how much of my hair (I have a lot) has already turned grey, I would venture to guess somewhere about 25%.
There aren’t many people my age, just 1 or 2 I can think of off the top of my head who don’t dye their hair and just accept the fact that they have grey hair.
I have always been one of those people that thought, I will not worry when my hair turns grey. I will just let it turn, I won’t be spending extra time and money to cover the greys.
Well it was shortly after I got re-married that I noticed the patches of grey coming in. At first, I would pull one or two. But then one or two, turned into hundreds. That was when I realized, these grey hairs are my story.
My story of love and loss, my story of joy and pain. Each grey hair respresents a moment in time, an experience that I went through. Moments that I am not embarrassed by, or afraid to show.
Maybe I got my grey hairs earlier than most people, or maybe I just got more all at once. I am proud to say that I still have zero plan to cover them. They are part of my story, they show my story, the story of a woman who is an open book!!
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