…or gray, if you prefer. So, it’s pretty obvious that I am prematurely graying (see also pic from B is for Butchered). If you’ve ever wondered from which side the gray hair gene is passed, I can with confidence tell you it is the mother’s. My beautiful mother saw her hair starting to turn in her early twenties and I in my teens. Like my mother, I colored my hair for years. My reasoning was not to cover the gray but more because I liked changing my hair color whenever I desired. Around 2003, at the age of 24, I decided to chop my hair off and no longer color it. I have since been au naturale and have received varying comments. I am often times amazed at how many people feel comfortable asking me whether or not my hair is “natural” and am flattered that most of the times it is well received. I can vividly recall a time on the subway when I was annoyed with everyone crammed around me and my hair acted as a conversation starter with one of the passengers next to me. This small talk on the train helped to re-humanize those I shared a commute with and let me realize that my annoyance was a waste of energy. I guess this is one of the ways God has given me to connect with others during this time on earth.
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