I have written about my gray hair before, but I wanted to broach the subject again.
I have dark brown hair. I absolutely love my hair. In my teens, I wanted hints of red. I used shampoos that were meant to add color.
In my college years, I thought I wanted a richer brown color, a chestnut(ish) shade. Then at about 22 I died my hair for the last time.
I picked a color in a box that I thought was stunning. It looked great and I was happy. Well, you know what happened as it started to grow out?? You could barely tell. Other than the natural highlights within my own hair, the shade itself had little to no noticeable difference.
That was when I decided I would not dye my hair again. For some reason I thought a color on a box was better than what I was given. It wasn’t, not to me. I chose to embrace the natural color of my hair forevermore.
About 7 or 8 years ago now, I started noticing gray hairs. More and more of them on the top of my head. Under where I naturally part my hair, so not a big deal at all. As time went on, more gray (white) more hairs are visible.
As Quarantine started, nearly every single person I talked to started focusing on when they’d be able to make it to a salon. How would they color their hair and cover up those grays?
Well, turns out I have practicing for Quarantine for 17 years. Loving my hair as it is. Knowing that the color of my hair has nothing to do with my age. That how old I look has nothing to do with the color of my hair.
I have lived a life. A life with ups and downs, twists and turns, highs and lows. A life with marriage, divorce and marriage again. Kids, parents, friends, church and school. I have lived a life and my gray hair tells my story. A story that I embrace and am not at all afraid to show the world!