It was nearly three years ago that I wrote about growing out my gray hair. Since then, my hair has been long, medium-length and almost short and the old layers upon layers of hair dye, have been chopped off. Each year I've become more honey-brown with silver. Along my natural part, I have a streak that is white.
I'm approaching 42.
So how do I feel about my hair, now? Am I panicking, am I feeling unnecessarily aged in a culture that fears aging?
Quite the opposite, in fact.
I've loved being reacquainted with my natural color, the golden and reddish tones and yes, the silver. The white hair that shimmers and sparkles are highlights and the texture is springy and my hair has more volume. My dark brown eyes stand out even more, now. My hair is like my own special accessory, unique to me.
I love it. I'm happy in my own skin and my own hair and that maybe wasn't such an easy thing for me in the past. For me, growing out my gray was a very good measure of self-care.
If you are tempted to put down the bottle of hair dye or give up expensive salon appointments, go for it. Grow out that gray, the silver and white. There's power in hair that glimmers and whispers your stories. Go ahead and shine.