If you know me, you’ve known that I’ve been slowing going gray for ages. My sister, while worrying about her gray hair, was the first to point out my first gray hairs on the back of my head when I was 14-15. I didn’t think much of it. Now that almost 10 years have passed, it is a different story. Also, for a quick background on my family tree, I guess my Grandpa on my Dad’s side was fully gray at 18, and my dad started going gray when he was in his early 30’s. I have no chance.
The worst part about going gray isn’t when you meet someone for the first time and they are looking at the sides of your head, or it isn’t having a young looking face with gray hair, it’s when I ever get a haircut, every single time the following is exchanged between myself and the hair dresser.
Hair Dresser: Wow, you are really gray. How old are you?
Me: I’m 23 (never will I live to see 24 the way things are going.. Coolio?)
Hair Dresser: Really? That’s so young to be so gray!
Me: Yeah, well my Dad went gray early and my Grandpa even earlier than that.
Hair Dresser: Oh wow, well it doesn’t look bad at all.
Me: I’d rather be going gray than going bald
Both: lol!
And that is how it goes, each and everytime. For awhile, I tried to hide my gray hair. In college, I used to get it cut and dyed. It looked good, but it was weird to look into the mirror and not see any gray hair. After I moved away, I stopped dying my hair. It costs way too much, and I wasn’t going to do it by myself. So I’ve left it.
Every time I get my haircut, more and more gray hair slides down the haircut bib. I got my haircut yesterday, and for the first time it seemed as if more gray was being cut off than brown. But what can I do? I can dye it again, or I can embrace it and not try to fight it.
Who do I use as inspiration?
I think I’m on my own with this one.
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