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Look what Sophie pulled out of my head last night as I was reading a book:
Three gray hairs.
I’ve been putting henna on my hair for years, but I’ve been lax. I’ve got roots. And you can see the line of red where the henna was last applied. But what is underneath is now blatantly apparent: strands of silver in my mouse-brown.
I mean…holy shit, right? It’s really happening.
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- MAYA LASSITER is a writer of fantasy novels, an unschooling mom, a yogini, a former goat keeper, a yurt dweller, and an all-around cool person. Except when she's a boring ninny. Hopefully she won't post on those days.
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- MAYA LASSITER is a writer of fantasy novels, an unschooling mom, a yogini, a goat keeper, a yurt dweller, and an all-around cool person. Except when she's a boring ninny. Hopefully she won't post on those days.
That’s nothing. I got my first one at 30. It was a lovely silver. Now I am probably getting close to half of it being white, silver, or gray. I also have all the others colors but black. So it’s quite the headfull.
As my loving spouse likes to remind me when I lament the transformation of my chestnut locks to silver, it beats the alternatives — baldness — or death.
Ain’t that the truth. Speak it, sister.