I remember my first white hair, an angry sign post stood on the top of my head. I plucked it out, only to find more springing up. I went to the hair dresser. She dyed my hair midnight black, but those pesky little white roots could not be hidden. Who was I fooling?
Turning grey is no big deal once this aging thing is accepted. Wear it proudly. After all it is earned. In fact, there are privileges like getting a seat on the bus and discount at Ross—bless their hearts—10% discount if you’re 55 and older. I gladly show them my driver license.
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