The First Grey Hairs
I am starting to find the odd grey hair hiding amongst the rest. They are sneaky and just lie unobtrusively until I go out to a party on somewhere where I want to look my best and suddenly they start glistening at me from among the mousy brown and dark blonde tresses.
I pulled the odd one out but one grey hair seems to beget another so it probably isn’t such a great idea unless I’ll be happier with bald patches than grey hairs.
Obviously neither is the answer and while I do occasionally get my hair coloured or highlighted, it’s one thing to do it out of choice but depressing to have to do it. I’m not old enough for grey hairs, my psyche stopped at eighteen and although I am way, way, wayhay, past that my heart isn’t. It took me years to realise other adults (of a similar age) weren’t the only grown ups but that I was one too. Now I’ll be passing grey haired people knowing that even though my hair is disguised, I’m now one of them (Weep!)
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