So I am
about to tell you too much information.
I am warning you. If you don’t
want to know, stop reading now.
I found a
gray whisker in my moustache. And I am a
girl. I don’t want to hear anything from
anyone else on this simple fact.
Period.
I never
thought I would be one of those waxing, overly concerned women. I will let you in on a secret. I took a stand against eyebrow waxing when I
was young. It hurt. I didn’t like it. I wasn’t going to do it.
I didn’t wax
my eyebrows until I was 37 years old. I
didn’t dye my hair for the first time until I was 30. I admit that I like the look of my eyebrows
now and my hair stays dyed because of the gray hair that multiplies exponentially. I always thought I was pretty untouched. Now that I think of it, maybe not terribly
pretty…Anyways, back to the story.
It has been
my understanding of life that as we age, weird things happen to us. I know that my moustache has been filling in
faster than a 15 year old boy. Once upon
a time, I had one chin hair. Now I allot
time in my schedule to pluck my chin hairs.
The bottom
line is that I noticed, and proceeded to pluck, a whisker from my moustache
that was gray. It was a dark day in my life. I am still not over it completely.
I guess it
was bound to happen. Maybe walking with
a cane has been aging me faster. Maybe
being sick has sped up the process.
However I refuse to believe that as I knock on 40’s door, this is a permanent
addition to my life. That is my stand
now. Hair Be Gone!
Now I have
to go…wax something…Later everyone! Have
a good night!
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