I’ve been noticing gray strands weaving their way through my once jet-black hair since my early 20s. At first, I would carefully pluck them out, despite the sharp discomfort it caused. But as time went on, I let them be; their appearances were so rare that I considered them a mere preview of what was to come—far off in the future.
Now, as I transition out of my 30s, the grays are popping up more regularly and seem to have settled in for the long haul. While my hair still predominantly appears black, some friends have playfully commented, “Wow, you’re starting to gray!” My 8-year-old son, however, is less subtle: “Mom, why do you have a white hair sticking up?”
These grays are even starting to show in photographs, especially when the sunlight hits my hair just right. Just yesterday, while getting a haircut, the stylist inquired if she could trim a few of those pesky grays. “You probably don’t want them anyway,” she joked.
When I got home and checked my new haircut in the mirror, I noticed a patch of gray next to my cheekbones prominently on display. It dawned on me that I was graying more rapidly than I had anticipated, and I was at a loss about what to do next.
Historically, I’ve embraced a natural approach to beauty. In high school, I was more carefree, even going through a phase where I didn’t shave my legs or armpits. Now, I maintain a more conventional appearance but still keep my beauty routine minimal. I visit the salon only when split ends are glaringly obvious, and my makeup routine is limited to a touch of lipstick and mascara for special occasions.
I’ve always prided myself on my liberated views about beauty. I reject societal norms dictating how women should look and appreciate the diversity of beauty in all its forms. Aging doesn’t terrify me; I see it as a journey toward wisdom, resilience, and self-acceptance. I’ve come to terms with the physical changes that accompany aging, including my softer belly, laugh lines, and creaky joints.
But my hair? That feels different. My deep black hair against my fair skin has been my identity for as long as I can remember. The prospect of that changing is unsettling.
By the time my mom reached my age, she was diligently coloring her hair. She shared that her grays began to take over in her late 30s quite suddenly. Conversely, my dad didn’t have a significant amount of gray until he was in his 50s. If I follow my mom’s pattern, the urge to color my hair will likely intensify in the coming years. Despite time marching on, I still feel vibrant and youthful—especially with children to keep up with. Most of my 40-something friends are either coloring their hair or don’t have noticeable grays.
Yet, part of me, the idealistic, feminist part, wants to resist conforming to societal pressures about appearance. I might want to give being a young gray-haired woman a try. Then there’s the dilemma of what to use if I do decide to color my hair; I’m cautious about flooding my scalp with chemicals.
If I don’t go gray until my 50s, perhaps I’ll feel comfortable leaving it as is. But the way time flies, my 50s feel closer than they should. I have a sense of who I am and where I’m headed in the next five years, but further down the line feels hazy.
I hope to have time to embrace my grays, and by the time they become more prominent, I’ll feel like I belong to that category of women. However, life is unpredictable, and changes can occur unexpectedly. I remain open to the possibility that I might feel a strong desire to maintain the black-haired persona I’ve held onto for so long.
Ultimately, whether my transition occurs gradually or abruptly, in my 40s or 50s, I will have to make a choice about coloring my hair. Currently, I have no clear answers and feel a swirl of conflicting emotions about the change.
But that’s life. As much as I prefer clarity about the future, I realize I must embrace the uncertainty of this journey—while keeping the option to cover it up available if I choose.
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Summary
Embracing the inevitability of graying hair can be a complex emotional journey. As societal standards push against natural aging, individuals must navigate personal choices regarding appearance, balancing authenticity with societal expectations. The author reflects on her relationship with her hair, grappling with the decision of whether to embrace her grays or to color them as she ages.