So I am about to tell you too much information. I am warning you. If you don’t want to know, stop reading now.
I found a gray whisker in my moustache. And I am a girl. I don’t want to hear anything from anyone else on this simple fact. Period.
I never thought I would be one of those waxing, overly concerned women. I will let you in on a secret. I took a stand against eyebrow waxing when I was young. It hurt. I didn’t like it. I wasn’t going to do it.
I didn’t wax my eyebrows until I was 37 years old. I didn’t dye my hair for the first time until I was 30. I admit that I like the look of my eyebrows now and my hair stays dyed because of the gray hair that multiplies exponentially. I always thought I was pretty untouched. Now that I think of it, maybe not terribly pretty…Anyways, back to the story.
It has been my understanding of life that as we age, weird things happen to us. I know that my moustache has been filling in faster than a 15 year old boy. Once upon a time, I had one chin hair. Now I allot time in my schedule to pluck my chin hairs.
The bottom line is that I noticed, and proceeded to pluck, a whisker from my moustache that was gray. It was a dark day in my life. I am still not over it completely.
I guess it was bound to happen. Maybe walking with a cane has been aging me faster. Maybe being sick has sped up the process. However I refuse to believe that as I knock on 40’s door, this is a permanent addition to my life. That is my stand now. Hair Be Gone!
Now I have to go…wax something…Later everyone! Have a good night!