So I passed another decade of existence last month. People say I don’t look my age. They mean it as a compliment. Which got me wondering. Why is looking younger an achievement?
It shows though. My age, that is. Silver strands peek through my black hair. Sometimes I think it’s a reflection of the sun. But it’s not.
I say to myself that my age is not important. But I have to confess that my greying hair does. I say I don’t want my prolonged youthfulness to define me, but actually I do. To be more precise: I don’t want my greying hair to betray me.
You are not your grey hair. Your grey hair is you.
Says my husband, confronting me. It’s easy for him. Grey looks good on guys. George Clooney-esque.
I am not my grey hair. But I don’t want to my grey hair to be me either.
How are dealing with going grey?
Or gray? I had a hard time focusing because as soon as I typed down the title my mind was wondering on grey or gray. I guess it’s a US/UK thing but I still don’t know which is what.
Xoxo – Irene