Four years ago, I stopped dying my hair. I had been dying for four years before calling it quits. For the first two years, I dyed two to three times per year using regular dyes. Then I switched to henna for the last two years. Truthfully, neither made much of an impact. They provided coverage for roughly three weeks. However, a new day has dawned, and I now see my greys as highlights of my life.
Once I quit dyeing, I had to come face to face with the grays, every day, while I brushed my teeth, cleaned my face and tend to my hair. I always loved grey hair, and admired the women in my family and women in general with bright, silvery shiny crowns. There’s no recollection of exactly when I fell in love with the shiny white strands highlighting my hairline and sprinkled around my crown. One day I looked in the mirror and found myself seriously admiring them.
My body and features are changing. This is a part of aging. A part that I intend to be one hundred percent a peace with. And a part that I am cherishing, loving and enjoying.
Cheers to the highlights of your life, however they may show up!!
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