Aging My Way

My journey to accepting my hair in all of its natural glory.

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I was eighteen years old when I found my first gray hair. My mother had gone completely gray by age 25, so I was half expecting it. It still horrified me to find it, and I went on a quest to find and pluck all 6 of them.

A few months later, I was in a 7–11 store and witnessed an older woman with the most glorious, long, gray hair. She was beautiful and…