Did you ever see yourself with gray hair? Did you ever think about what you would do if…….um, when your hair finally evolved and turned gray? I have dreaded this time in my life for so long that I think that all that worrying has made me actually sprout gray hair. It totally sucks but yes, I have gray hair now. (Not for long!)
It is a chemical in your head called melanin that gives your hair your beautiful color but as we get older, we produce less of that pigment color to the follicle so basically the natural color that saturates each strand of hair ‘dies’ and we end up with gray hair. People get gray hair at any age, young, college kids to us old timers (well, ok, I’m not that old) and your parents are to blame! Well, sort of (hee, hee). Just like a lot of how we physically turn out is attributed to our parents, so is the loss of our beautiful hair color (mine is very dark brown). It is genetic. However, knowing that we are prone to this eventual milestone (it is, you know), it is equally important to note that we can more or less determine when we will start going gray. A person will start to gray around the same time their parents did so if you happen to remember the first time your dad had a head of white (oh, I don’t know, that father/daughter dance), then that’s a good indication of when you will too.
Gray hair doesn’t happen overnight, it is gradual. It takes about 10 years to go completely white if you are so inclined. I was horrified when I first noticed the very first gray strand. It was along where I usually divide my hair. Upon closer inspection, I was further horror-struck to see a few more! I immediately took my tweezers and plucked out the odious little monsters! I flipped my hair this way and that way until I was satisfied there were no more. Needless to say, as time went on, I began to notice more and more changing strands and was shocked to see that I had really long ones too, as long as my hair was. I started getting into the bad habit of plucking out those hairs until it became a losing battle. When I noticed the first ones at my temples, I realized that plucking was not working anymore so I went to my stylist (yea, Tina!) and got a cut and told her that I wanted to cover the gray. I didn’t really want to start doing it but to me, it was necessary, just something my changing body needed. Also, my hair is super dark so the gray hair is so noticeable. I just hated it.
Gray, why is it called gray? It’s not gray! It’s white! Well at least mine is AND these offensive tresses on my head are thick and shiny! It’s not fair! With everything I use to get my hair to shine or have body, those white ones just grow like that without even trying! I will admit it, my fear of going white (let’s call mine what it is!) is pure vanity. My hair began to change color when I was about 38, which is about the time my mother’s did too, I think, if memory serves me correctly. I think that is where I got the plucking habit because I remember her doing that too. I started my family later in life and I’m just not ready to look old. I don’t want my son’s friends and teachers thinking that his grandmother is taking him to school. Sigh. Well, to defend my position I can honestly say that this is the only thing I am vain about, my hair. I have been all my life. Anyone who knows me will say the same thing. I don’t know what it is about hair. I think it is because in some ways it identifies your physique and you can do so much with it. Now, though, I just love it when my children play with my hair. My daughter is 2 but she is handy with a brush. My son is a boy so he just likes to pile it on top of my head, then try to brush it. Ouch!
The lesson I have learned about going white is this: Don’t fight it, adjust it! LOL! What can I say? I knew this day would come but at the same time, I wasn’t happy that it happened. My stylist Tina (Hair Impressions in El Paso, TX, 915-775-9953, in case you need someone you can trust) is wonderful! She listened to my needs because I told her that all I wanted was the white covered, not to color my hair. I am perfectly happy with the color I have. I go about once every 4 months. What?? Well, I can live with a little white as long as I can’t see it. Once I start pulling my hair up in a pony tail or divide it into braids and I see it, or worse, start to use the tweezers again, then zoom! TINA!
Ha ha!! Til next time!