Yesterday I turned 41. I couldn't quite afford a full on spa day, but I did go to the salon to get my hair washed and flat ironed. When I got to the car, I looked in the mirror and shook my head. My damn gray strands are ridiculous. I know I need to embrace the maturity but damn really?
I noticed my first gray when I was....I believe 24. Actually, someone else noticed it and pointed it out.
Ever since then, I've pretended publicly like it didn't matter but well dammit it does. I hate that I'm getting older and I hate that these strands are a reminder.
I know, I know...dye it! I will! But in the meantime, I have this view to contend with on a daily basis. Thank God, I look youthful haha. Now to get the hair to match the skin :-)
My name is Tamieka Blair and I live on Long Island in New York. I write, I read, I write, I work, I write, I support..I WRITE!!!
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