If I remember well, I was 16 when I discovered my first gray hair. There it stood, the one and only, a bit frizzy, right in the middle of my bangs… I was a bit upset because my grandfather turned completely white at 30 and so did my mum.
I created an account on Instagram and virtually met groups of women who were transitioning and facing social pressure. I must admit it helped tremendously and strengthened my will to go gray.
I then said to myself: “Wow, that is what we are fighting every day when we decide to embrace our gray hair but guess what? At the end, I might be as strong as she seems to be!”
I kept going to her salon to refresh the haircut and have hair care routines like masks, essential oils and massages… it was fun staying only one hour in the salon instead of three and spending so much less money.
It made me more feminine as well. It is like having a second life when you look at it. I also think it attracts people between “How did she dare?” and “She must be such a free mind”…