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Goldilocks and the Three White Hairs
So there I was, plucking one lone hair from my head, trying to convince myself it was actually a stylish platinum strand. I mean, come on! I thought I had a few more years before my hair started to give away my age. Spoiler alert: I was way off. This hair wasn’t platinum; it had been ages since I’d sported that shade. After two pregnancies, my once vibrant blonde had morphed into a strange blend that was neither brown nor honey, but something in between.
As I hovered over the mirror, I hesitated, recalling my mom’s warning: “If you pull one out, two will grow back!” But I pushed that thought aside, took a deep breath, and yanked that traitor out by its roots. Ha! Feeling empowered, I went for the second one. Yes! I’m still in charge!
I wrapped those two white hairs around my finger. To my surprise, they weren’t as scary as I imagined. They were pure white, not a murky gray. They felt smooth, glinting in the sunlight that poured through the bathroom window. They were markers of life, proof that I had made it to adulthood and maybe even earned some wisdom along the way. Dignified, right? Yes! I’m fierce! I’m a woman who has faced it all: babies, health scares, potty training, and even kindergarten—all while juggling a career!
I caught my reflection. Cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling, eyes sparkling, lips slightly parted. Triumph radiated from me. I was the woman in control. I narrowed my eyes, practicing a sultry look. Oh yes! A captivating force!
Messy hair, a little pout, a raised eyebrow—yes, that’s the look! The woman in the mirror was intriguing, full of secrets. She could mesmerize anyone with just a glance.
But wait, what was that shiny thing on her eyebrow? I leaned in closer, locking eyes with the alluring figure in the glass. It wasn’t just on her eyebrow; it was IN her eyebrow. Oh no.
In a heartbeat, the sultry woman vanished, leaving me staring back at my own reflection, now deflated. There I was, with a stark white hair stubbornly protruding from my eyebrow, once a symbol of sass, now just ridiculous. I dropped my head into my hands, mourning my youth.
I lifted my head again, eyeing the third rogue hair. Images of my grandfather’s wild, white eyebrows flashed in my mind—those things were like bushy caterpillars! I could not let that be my future.
Goodbye, white hairs! My trusty tweezers and I are taking back control.
This article was originally published on May 14, 2015.
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In summary, the journey of self-acceptance is intertwined with the little signs of aging that can unexpectedly pop up, like those white hairs. Instead of letting them bring you down, embrace them! They’re a testament to your experiences and victories.