Ten Minutes: My Grey Hairs

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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