katie goes platinum
On February 22, two years to the day that I dyed my hair for the last time, I got the last of my dye cut off. Which means, after 25+ years of dyeing, I am finally sporting a full head of natural hair:
Did I feel sad about getting the last remnants of my youthful brunette hair (even if it was artificial) cut off? Did I worry about looking older, or like I’d “let myself go?” Hell, no – I felt FANTASTIC!
I wasn’t always so free and easy about the whole concept of gray hair. In fact, I spent 25 years (or more – I lost count) frantically covering up the gray. Did I start dyeing my hair just for gray coverage? No – like a lot of young women, I started dyeing my hair for fun.
Looking back all these years later, I think THAT was the moment I started getting self-conscious about my gray hair. I was probably only 28. What bothers me is this: I consider myself a feminist. I consider myself a non-conformist. But why did I never question the idea that we have to cover gray hair?