I live in Florida. My hair is naturally highlighted every time I step outside…all year around. My dark blond hair looks nice with these highlights.
As I stood preening in front of the mirror last night, my eye was drawn to these highlights. Not bad, I thought to myself. So much for being humble, eh?
Oh, how the proud are quickly brought down.
As I stood there admiring myself, I slowly came to the realization that some of the highlights were shining a bit more brightly than they ought to. I grasped one of these highlights between my fingers and inspected it closely.
My blond highlight was, in fact, white.
Disbelief.
I pulled it out and turned it every which way. I held it up against my skin. Please let there be some color on that strand. Nope.
It didn’t take me long to spy another one of these rogue hairs. Surely not again, I thought to myself.
Yank.
Out went the hair.
Yep. It was white too.
I took a quick scan of the hair surrounding my face…just a quick scan because my hair is very, very thick. I managed to find and yank out about five more of these hairs. I didn’t dare pull out a mirror to look at the back.
To be fair to myself, I’ve known for a while that I have some gray hair. Soccer Chick gloriously announced the news one day when she was straightening my hair. Somehow, it was easier to ignore that fact since I don’t look at the back of my hair very often. I’m pretty much a low-maintenance kind of gal. I wash my hair, comb through it, and let it go, sometimes pulling it back into a less-than-perfect ponytail.
This stuff surrounding my face though…it was hard to ignore.
In the middle of my search and destroy mission, I had a flashback.
I was in my teens, and I walked into my mom’s bathroom to find her pulling out her gray hairs. I witnessed this more than a few times until Mom’s tweezers couldn’t keep up with God’s plans to recolor her head.
The memory hit me like a punch to the gut.
I do not have a problem aging, nor do I have a problem with white/gray/silver hair. It’s a lovely sign of maturity.
I think I’m not ready to be mature yet.
Good thing I have a lot of hair. I can pluck for a while without fear of going bald.
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