I turn 27 on Monday...I've been going gray for almost two years (that I've noticed) and haven't dyed my hair since October, a few weeks before the wedding. I even started parting it on the opposite side of my head about a week ago, for the first time since high school! Yeah, I'm a rebel. I was kind of worried about it at first...the first gray hair in the top right corner of my forehead, right on my part, appeared in August 2010 after probably the most tumultuous and rewarding couple of years I've ever had. I worried it was from stress, anxiety, hormones, lack of hormones, bad diet. I worried about worrying too much (it's my specialty :D) then worried some more.
I'll never forget the first time I noticed it...I even took a picture and posted it to Facebook so I wouldn't have to suffer alone. It grew out about a half an inch and stuck STRAIGHT up! Talk about obnoxious...
I told a friend. She told me to pluck it.
I told my mom. She told me that's why she dyes her hair.
I told my husband (boyfriend at the time). He said "waaah! I've had grays in my beard for years!
Ok ok. So I started dying my hair again. I stopped dying it when I started college and couldn't afford to have it kept up, but I could afford it now. My natural color is very pretty, but kind of drab with my skin tone if I don't get a little sun light once in a while. (That's been my excuse for dying it since I was a teenager LOL.) Working in an office made that next to impossible so aside from looking washed out, exhausted, and drab, I had a Vitamin D deficiency. Ok....time to make a major and positive life change.
So I dyed it.
I dyed it to stop getting the "wow, you look tired" comment from my co-workers and friends. I dyed it to stop getting the "you need makeup" from my man.
Then I dyed it to cover the one gray hair.
Well, my hairdresser is no longer my hairdresser and I've been too lazy to color my hair since October. Needless to say, the gray hair multiplied and I now have gray hairs! Even more, they are curly, course, and WHITE. All the time I had been coloring my hair I didn't notice them slowly creeping into my scalp line, becoming ever more obvious when I pulled my hair up. So I don't use a mirror to check out the back and underneath of my hair, sue me!
After a little anxiety, an hour of prodding and poking through my hair to see every last one of them and counting them for Drew (poor Drew just sat and talked me through it), and reading countless articles about why I'm going gray so early, I'm feeling much better. Turns out, I do have an underactive thyroid and am now on meds for it. Unfortunately, the hair is already gray so there's no going back. I'm oddly comfortable with it now though. I've become sort of attached (I apologize) to the cute little curly hairs on my head. Luckily I've also decided to grow my hair out and have become lazy and don't style it as often. It looks good though. Very relaxed and summery. In fact, I feel more comfortable with my face, hair, and body than I have in a long time. Just part of getting a little older I guess. At least I still look young....I have my momma to thank for that one <3
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