It will be two years come March that I colored/ put highlights on my hair.
It hasn’t always been this ok. The first year when I was growing out the color, I had constant haircuts and I counted the months when it would finally be grown out. And then when the highlights were finally gone from my hair, some dismay set in as I noticed how many grey hairs were hiding underneath my crowning glory.
The first few months were really depressing. But I stuck to my decision to stay natural. And eventually I did ignore my creeping greyness.
It’s not totally grey and from afar, it still looks dark but when my hair is up, the greys come out. Quite obvious that not a few “aunties” have commented that I should start coloring my hair.
Being comfortable with my decision to go natural, I am now able to smile and say I rather like how I look. It’s aging that I can see. Looking at the greys conditions my mind to the fact that I am aging. It’s better this way rather than being shocked one day to discover how old I really am.
Slowly getting accustomed to the changes happening to my physical appearance. That’s the best way to grow old.