I found my first gray hair at 16 and was utterly horrified.
I had beautiful dark brown hair, and my brunette identity was important to me since I was growing up in Grand Rapids, Michigan where brunettes were practically a minority.
At the young age of 16, I couldn’t contemplate giving up that identity.
I just pluckedout that gray hair and continued to do so whenever a new one would pop up.
When I went to college, in the mid-1980s, my friends and I took turns applying henna to each other’s hair, and I eventually graduated from that to dyeing my hair magenta and other fun colors.
I bought gray cover-up powders and mascaras, and I wasted hours at a salon, where the dyes would make me uncomfortable itchy…and when I had to save money, I would do it myself, sloppily and resentfully.
I bought a box of hair dye and let it sit on my dresser for a month.And then one day I just said “SCREW IT!”I couldn’t stand one more minute of wasted time, and one more wasted dollar.