I was pulling my hair back, trying to fiddle my fuzz into an acceptable hairstyle when I noticed something. A hair that was not like all the others. Need I mention its color? I think not, because SURELY I am not the only one who has experienced this.
At first it was only a couple inches in length, and just last week I found it again and, "My! how it has grown!" Don't know what I was thinking when I, sadly enough, convinced myself that hairs that color just stop growing after a certain length, and, maybe even fall out shortly after their appearance. I'm not lying when I write this. Dumb, dumb, dumb. It's STILL here, much longer, and it reflects the light much differently than my black locks.
I'm aging. I can't hide it any longer. Truth be told, I had visions of plucking it, but then I stopped myself, because I didn't want to be like everyone else. I just stared at it, wrinkled my brow, cried a little inside and then tucked it under all the other hair that is NOT that color. (notice, I can not even bring myself to even mention its shade... *grumble*)
Not saying I'm happy about this change in my life...you know, this new color hair moving in, uninvited and all but I'm trying to embrace it. I even forgot about it for like a month...I'm seriously hoping that they don't all decide to move in at the same time. I heard stress is the perfect breeding ground for its kind. Uhm, full body massage, cucumber facial, detox diet and a vacay in Europe please, thank you.
I honestly have the face of a twenty year old. Cruel joke, Mother Nature. Rude.
She gives my family genes a drink from the fountain of youth and when I turn 30 she sticks it to me. Seriously, people are going to think I'm graying prematurely.
Once again. Rude.
Whatever, so here I am, 30, my hair is changing, one strand at a time and I'm befuddled.
Who has a face like this and has an easy time convincing people they will be turning 31 in a couple of months? Oh, yes, that would be me.
Uhm, anyone else have any dark secrets they'd like to share about their body betraying them?
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At 47 I have plenty of gray hair, I need a lot more sleep than I use to, and if I try to stay up late I'll pay for it for several days. But I fight back with lots of healthy eating, running, and mountain biking.
Ah, you're my 47 year old hero, Kathy. Seriously. We will have to rendezvous when I move back to Cali. A 10 mile run together is in order!!
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