I found a freaking gray hair at the gym this week. A gray hair. On my head.
I'll be the first to admit I have a bit more stress in my life these days, but really, going gray in my mid-30s. That's a little too much to handle, dear readers. Remind me to ask my mamacita when she started going gray. I know she has been coloring for oh too many years to count.
Hmph. This getting old thing sucks.
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When I was running group homes and stressed out of my mind, I had lots of gray hair. Right in the front. And it was wiry gray hair. Yuck! That was five or six years ago and they've all disappeared. No fear, chica. We're all in this together!
This one is wiry too!!! Hopefully this one will disappear like yours did and all will be right again :)
Eh, I found my first 6 years ago, I think. Nice and wiry and kinky. It's still the only one I've found (and I've skipped coloring long enough at times that I would notice).
No need to panic. Yet. :-)
You guys make me sick. I've been graying for at least 6 years - maybe more. And it's the kind that has to be dealt with every 6-8 weeks, ugh.
How can that be when I'm two years younger than you?
Eh - that's what hair dye is for. :)
I have no idea if I have gray hairs because I have no idea what my actual hair color is....
Oh, crap. In what I am sure is some sort of karmic punishment for being glib in my first comment, I have found 3 more this week.
Bugger.
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