Not every day, but something like it, I examine the part in my hair. It's been about four months since I embarked on the experiment to grow the dye out of my hair. In four months around two inches of natural hair colour has appeared. I am forced to conclude that my natural hair colour is fine. Will be fine, at the end of this.
I have a lot of gray hair. Maybe not a lot; more than I thought. How I feel about that is surprisingly fine. I expect to one morning look in the mirror, squint at the part, see the sparkly hair and throw an unmitigated hissy fit. But I don't.
My first gray hair arrived when I was twenty-three. I guess what I see … isn't a bad return on ten years.
I don't know if I can grow old with grace and just let my hair turn gray. I'm not convinced I can. But I totally think Dove should be sponsoring this project. Come on, Dove – I'm trying to "free myself from beauty stereotypes" here. Help a sister out!