a couple of years ago, while sitting in the passenger seat of my momma’s car, I started to notice a bit of a glimmer coming from the top of my head. it glistened in the sunlight, like glitter from a prom dress.
I flipped the handy-dandy visor down to get a better look at the sparkle atop my head. my mom nearly drove off the road when she heard me gasp at the discovery of the shiny, grey strand peeking it’s way through my dark brown locks.
amidst her blonde wavy hair, she laughed at me, {how dare she?!} saying that she started to go grey in her early 30’s … so don’t worry.
DON’T WORRY?! coming from a head of blonde hair … the color that nearly masks a few greys amidst the lightly pigmented strands!
I was only 25!
setting all vanity aside, what did I do in response to my head’s lack of melanin pigment? I pulled out the teasers … and I plucked.
and I continued to pluck for a couple more years. I dismissed the wives tale that curses three more in the spot of the plucked grey hair … aaaaaaannnnnnd I kept on plucking.
as the years passed and my plucking continued, more grey’s developed. as if laughing at my disregard for the tale.
who would have know it was true?
ah, but now there are too many to pluck. I’d nearly have a bald spot if I kept removing the greys that seem to be strategically placed directly at the top of my head. they seem to follow my part too … in the middle or on the side, there they are.
so, instead of trying to get rid of them, or spending millions of dollars trying to paint over them, I’ve decided, reluctantly, to embrace them. it wasn’t so much a choice, as much as it was … well, simply weighing my options:
a) create a bald spot on top of my head
b) visit my stylist {I have never had a stylist to call my own, but now that my friend is a stylist, I suddenly have one} every 6 weeks at the cost of too many pennies from this cheap woman’s pocket
c) or, give in
so, give in I did!
and you know? as long as my grey strands are smooth and conform to the natural {thanks to the blow dryer} flow of the rest of my hair, it’s not so bad! and thankfully, they are growing into sort of a streak … so I’m trying to channel my inner Rogue {I’ve always wanted to be a super hero} … with a touch of Stacy London …
I can pull that off …… right?
