Growing old Gracefully

When I was 16 I found a long strand of gray hair in the middle of my head. You read it right, 16. Over time I might have found one along with that lone strand but nothing like I have in the past two years. I have so much scraggly gray shooting from my roots I am not sure there is enough hair color on earth to keep up with it.

Since having cut my hair I realize less coverage means more visibility...of GRAY! I'm all of 29 years, one month and one week and I have gray sprouting, and staying, all throughout my hair. Whoever said "Grow old gracefully" was probably already pretty old...grown I am, but old I am not and will not claim until mayyybe 80. Now I'm all for a woman, a mature woman, keeping herself up as she increases in years (wasn't that just so polite and PC?). You know, exercising, eating right, enjoying life...and allowing the wrinkles and breasts to fall where they may. I hate seeing an older woman who's had "work" done on her face or breasts, that just isn't cute at all. You're not 18, 25, or even 50, let time have its way with you. I plan to. But not yet.

Time has no right to take over my hair color the way it has. I color it and the next day there is a straggler who escaped or overpowered the strength of the hair dye. And they are always right in front along the edges of my now-curly 'do. What's more, I complained when the curlier gray would stand out against my chemically straightened hair because it was in fact curlier. Now I have curls in abundance and the gray isn't curly enough! Give me a break.

I don't know what it's going to take but I'm not ready to grow old gracefully. If I have this much gray at 29 what will I look like at 35? I'll tell you what I'll look like, that hottie on the front of the Dark & Lovely color number 373 - Brown Sable. Growing old is for 80 year olds, I've got a few years to look fresh, young, spry...even if those words apply solely to my hair.