Thirty-six
I had a gray eyebrow hair.
I plucked it, along with those few dark hairs at the corner of my mouth; the beginnings of my grandma moustache. While there I noticed a real laugh line running from that corner up to the outer edge of my nostril. It’s deeper in some spots than others.
No one notices because I smile so much, but here in the mirror at 11 PM, face slack, I see it. And I wonder: why don’t I have dimple wrinkles? They get the same workout as the curve that made that line.
I’ve had a box of supermarket hair dye on my bathroom counter for ten months. In my twenties I colored my hair for an afternoon’s amusement, for a change.
This is the first box I’ve purchased to stop a change.
Keep it the same. Ignore the gray hairs I’ve earned in the past four years. When I use it, it will cover my gray — fool them all like a great bra.
No aging here; move along.
Categories: Life
I don’t want to even HEAR about it. I’ve been covering up grey hair for at least five years now.
Although I did notice this past week how many wrinkles I have.
I’m still sexy as hell, though. 😛
And so it begins. The maintenance is a lot of work, but worth it. Not counting how I physically feel sometimes, no aging here either.