When I was a teenager, my friends colored their hair wild, neon colors. That was one of the main reasons I longed to attend a public school. I wanted to be free to express myself in loud, colorful ways.
I found the first one when I was 16, and I plucked it right out of my scalp and saved it in a velvet ring box. Weird, I know. I’m sentimental like that, LOL.
When I didn’t feel like making the trek to my favorite salons (keep in mind that I had to seek out stylists who knew how to handle my naturally curly hair, before curly hair was popular), I’d purchase my own boxes of hair dye and change my hair color at home.
In my 20s, my husband caught a glimpse of my natural hair color, because I’d waited too long between dye sessions. He practically begged me to grow it out.
It just wasn’t for me. I didn’t think it looked good on me, but there was no way for me to know for sure because I was judging the 1-2 inches of growth peeking through my permanent hair dye.
I had no idea that grey hair was an actual movement until I discovered the Facebook support groups and the Instagram profiles of women just like me who were either beginning their grey hair journeys or who have been living a dye-free life for years!