To my horror (and hilarity) I found a grey hair last week. My initial reaction was complete shock. Me? Grey hair?! I’m only 25.
But hey, it happens. I’m going through a lot of stress at the moment and that has reflected on my body. I have inspected my hair quite a few times since this realization, gasping whenever I think I’ve found another grey hair only to have Chris tell me it’s just the lighting.
Then I came to make an empowering realization. When I first decided to just deal with the lines around my eyes it was because of the simple fact that not many people live long enough to have wrinkles. It’s disheartening to think of the young deaths around the world.
And my measly grey hair? It’s a sign of how hard I am working now to find a job. It’s my warrior mark. I should be proud of it.
So, I’m not going to pluck it out or dye it away. I’m going to embrace this first grey hair. I hope to one day look as fierce as the woman in the above picture.
Age is a privilege denied by many. I plan on celebrating this gift as often as possible.
Are you embracing any age marks?