I turned thirty-seven on November 21st. Two days later I found a gray hair. Right on the top of my head along my part line. I felt kind of depressed all day. In fact I still do because, you see, gray hair is not just gray - it's thicker than the other hairs and very coarse so, where my blonde hair lays flat against my head - this one was sticking out a little as if it were announcing itself to the world.
I always thought I would take it in stride but it really hurts my feelings to be getting gray already. I even pulled it out to make sure it was really gray and not just really light (and yes, I know what they say about every one you pull out). I needn’t have worried. I’m old.
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