I have grey hair. I never thought that I would care when I got grey hair. I liked my hair natural and didn’t feel a need to color it. In fact, I prided myself on my ability to stay natural and intended to never color my hair. I thought that it was more important to be happy with myself the way I was than to start the endless cycle of covering up the aging process.
I felt the same way about makeup. I rarely wore makeup and almost reveled in the fact that I didn’t feel the need to wear makeup on a daily basis. I always thought it was healthier (mentally and physically) to not put all that stuff on your face and all those chemicals in your hair.
But as the grey hair multiplied and my skin started to look a little more aged, my faith in the beauty of “natural” started to crumble. Then one day I saw a picture of myself with my kids and realized that I looked different than I felt.