Grey

I was reading an article the other day about women and grey hair. Most of the women profiled had started going grey really young, in their teens and early twenties (like myself). Most of them were pretty young still and had gotten to the place where they had let it grow out and talked about how much they loved it

Only one woman echoed my sentiments. She said it didn’t fit her image of how she looked, to herself. I sit here as I have dye in my roots. I’m experiencing breakage from having to dye my hair so often because the roots grow in so fast.

On my hairstylist’s recommendation I’m taking a little more time between dye jobs and using alternative methods of temporary coverage (elf’s eyebrow gel kit does a really good job, I’m gonna have to start buying it by the case). Of course it comes out easily so when I’m at home my roots are visible. And today I couldn’t take that image of myself anymore with the silver hair. It looks like someone else in the mirror. I’ve tried growing it out but I can’t accept that version of myself.

I’ve gotten older, put on weight, lost some of my looks and sex appeal (in my opinion) and I can live with that. But I can’t live with that face with the silver roots. It’s too much to accept. I’m not sure if it’s a vanity thing or just a cognitive dissonance thing (or both). But it’s the one thing I’m not willing to give up. I just have to resolve to take better care of my hair. After I dye it of course.