My greys are slowly showing.

I’m slowly getting to the point where I don’t give a shit about how people treat me. If they don’t like me, so be it. Some people used to laugh with me, some used to greet me. I’ve noticed how things change.

People change just like hair. Hair turns grey and I don’t give an ounce of shit about that either. I’ll cover it when I feel like it.

I can still be sensitive sometimes because I’m human. But like my hair, those feelings will show. My numbness will show too. And it’ll just be there.

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bijouxbroussard · F

During the pandemic, I made the monumental decision to stop dyeing my hair, which I’d been doing since I first started seeing the grey, in my early 30s. I’d already stopped straightening it, so this was the last chemical treatment to stop.

It felt weird at first, but it grew out silver-white like Pop’s hair, rather than steel grey the way my mother’s was. I get compliments from strangers and friends, family who haven’t seen me in awhile are surprised.