This is a public announcement. I declare it’s only a matter of time before I go from a full head of hair to a completely bald look. It’s a future fact. I want to document my journey. Share why it’s important for me to go through such an experience.
I’m a consumer of hair dyes. Years of wearing different shades of colours. From lights to darks. I don’t know what sits beneath the products I place on my noggin.
About seven years ago I started to see specks of white coming through. In denial I put it down to living in a sunny state and having blond hair. The answer was now clear. The sun was naturally bleaching my wavy mop.
At the time I must have been more comfortable with failing eye sight. Rather than coming to terms with this colour starting to surface on my head.
Over the last two years it was obvious greys were starting to dominate. I could no longer fool myself. Being blond was a part of my history now.
The grey realisation had me shocked. I ignored it for a month. Or more like seven years and one month. I didn’t want to face it. White and grey were my favourite colours. Until they started to appear on my scalp.
How was I to consolidate aging? Was this where I was meant to start seeing myself as matured? What did that even mean?
