At a recent gathering at our home, a guest said to my 31-year-old son, "So, is that your brother over there? Does he live here?" My son was confused, thinking that this man was referring to his 24-year-old brother who had recently moved out of state. When he realized who the topic of this question was, he replied, "That's my stepdad. He's in his mid-50s."
People used to think that I looked young for my age. "You're 45? No way! You definitely don't look 45," is something I would regularly hear. I was proud of that — looking younger than your age is something every woman strives for, right?
It doesn't happen anymore.
In August 2021, I made a drastic change to my appearance. I was spending the summer in Houston with my aforementioned youngest son, as he was going through a bone marrow transplant that would hopefully cure his leukemia.
A drastic change
He was not supposed to leave the house too frequently, so we had a lot of TV time. I was catching up on "Grace & Frankie." In one earth-shattering episode, Jane Fonda decided to stop coloring her hair. She was letting her silver flag fly!
When I saw that patch of gray on her head, my first thought was, "If Jane Fonda can do it, so can I."
The last time I colored my hair was about a year and a half ago. I wear my hair shoulder length, so the dye is practically all grown out. I have embraced my gray hair (sure, I could call it silver, but let's be real — my hair is gray) even though I know that it makes me look older. Or, my actual age.
To determine the best way to go about this major transition, I did what anyone would do when they're embarking on a new venture — I joined a Facebook group of like-minded women. Several thousand women, ranging in age from their 20s to 70s, who have finally decided, "Enough is enough." She would no longer be a slave to the stylist's chair, shelling out her hard-earned cash to hide those roots, only to do it all again four weeks later. It's a vicious, never-ending cycle.