So I had the shock of my life the other day (well, besides finding out I was pregnant at 17). It was so upsetting, so traumatizing, that I've been coming to terms with it ever since. But now I am finally ready to talk about it....
I'm in the bathroom "getting pretty" and I was leaning in close to the mirror to do my mascara when a glint of something caught my eye. I got in even closer and ohmyfrickingod, it was a gray hair!!!!! Stunned, horrified, I plucked that thing and examined it. Its been a few months since I dyed my hair so I have roots that are a dullish-brown but this sucker, ohhhh this sucker was like a beacon of gray-ness in all that brown. I tried to convince myself it was a blond highlight from the summer sun but as my lovely daughter pointed out, "Nope, that's definitely gray, mom." So then I immediately started looking for more grays, but they must have been hiding in fear for their lives. My daughter pipes up like the sweet *clenched teeth* thing she is, "Yeah, there's probably more in there. So does this mean you're old now?" AAARRGHHH!!!
I'm consoling myself with the fact that BOTH my younger brothers, who are 22 and 24, already have some gray hairs on their temples. Of course, they're guys so they look 'distinguished'. Damn them.
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Beau...Beau...Beau...the trick is to dye your hair every 6 weeks- that is how you can continue to live in denial of aging for the rest of your years!!!!
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