Ever since I started spotting a few gray hairs in my hair, I have realised how much our society reacts to things as very insignificant as grey hairs!
I feel completely incredulous at people’s reaction when I read the surprise in their eyes when I let them know how much I love them :)) seriously I really love my grey hairs and don’t intend to dye them.
Our impressions and things we take in as children really has a great impact on us. One of the very first things I remember about my grandmother was her grey hair. For as long as I could remember as a child, she had really beautiful, natural and healthy long white hair. I used to play with it a lot especially when I had to plait it for her. Those are my favorite memories of her. I remember vividly how all pure grey the hair was; not reddish grey and I absolutely loved it! I guess I made my promise then that if I ever start greying, I would not dye it black so that I could have the same kind of hair in the end; pure white not reddish white.
To my complete suprise, the subtle pressure to dye is enormous….because of the kind of person I am, I might try to dye it a different colour not a crazily loud one though…I see myself doing a bit of a wine tint or a some highlights just to jazz up things a bit…..but to constant dye the hair black at a new growth……naaa not for me…not for now…maybe never…duno…at this point all I know is that I am loving my grey hair no matter the feedback I am getting…..:-))
I have realised what a gift it is to love your body at every stage in life. I believe we as women have the power to resist the pressure to conform to media images. Lets aim for a healthy, well-balanced, fulfilled life instead of working ourselves into a frenzy trying to fit into an image God never intended for us.
This is not to discredit those who have chosen the other path…my utmost respect to you since this is a personal choice.
I am out!
Enjoy a very blessed and fruitfull week!
Emefa
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