This is me.
I’m 37 years old.
1. I have no interest in misleading people about my age.
Mostly because I would much rather people think I look good for forty than kinda raggy for thirty.
2. I’ve earned it.
I’ve had many pregnancies, and many babies, and many children. I’m a wife and a mother and a teacher.
I’ve spent most of my life having people think I look young. But gray hair has lent me an aurora of wisdom and sophistication. Admit it, you want to take me seriously now.
3. It’s counter-cultural.
You’re going to think I’m a hipster again, but, seriously, all other hair colors are pretty mainstream. Check out the beautiful.
4. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
I spent my teens and twenties fighting tooth and nail with my hair. Perms, Sun-In, highlights, bleach, dye, I tried it all and my hair was basically a frizzy mess.
Now, I wash it once a week, let it air dry and wear it wavy for a couple of days, then hit it with a large barrel curling iron to ride out the week. I get it cut every couple of years.
There are plenty of other things I’d rather spend my time and money on than my hair.
