When I’d find a grey hair here and there, I’d simply pluck them out. By the time I reached my late 20s-early 30s, though, the greys really started to come in.
Once I reached my early 40s, I could tell that I was probably all grey underneath that dye. Two weeks after having been to salon, there would be the telltale signs of a white stripe along my part.
I wondered, as someone who would eat very healthy, exercise, and go the more natural route for things, why I continued to put this terrible dye on my head.
I asked my daughters and husband what they thought of me not coloring my hair anymore, and they were not on board with it. My girls said they didn’t want me to look like a grandmother.
Mostly, I wanted to be a good example to my young daughters and show them that grey hair is nothing to be ashamed of or hide. I was ready to buck the societal norms and embrace my natural color.
I didn’t want to do any sort of grey blending or bleaching to hide the demarcation line because I wanted no part in putting any more harsh chemicals on my head.