A Brave Gal’s World

Over a year ago I noticed that something was invading my body. Invading, you say. That sounds serious. What was invading my body? Germs? Worms? People? No, it was none of those things.

My body was being invaded by gray hairs. Shocking I know, especially for someone of such astonishing beauty and perfection as me. I am not to blame for this invasion though, early graying runs in my family. My gene pool is to blame for the lightening of my beautiful brown locks.

I could not, of course, allow this invasion to go unfought. I have long cherished my role as a brunette. I am convinced that my dark hair keeps my brain cells inside my head (no offense to my blonde readers). If I let the gray win, I would surely lose some of my great smarts (for I am a genius). I had to draw up a plan of attack.

I started by plucking out as many gray hairs as I could see. I do believe I can vouch for the opinion that plucking only causes more hairs to grow in. So that wasn’t working, on to the next step. I had never colored or highlighted my hair before. I always liked it as it was, and thought that coloring it would damage it. However, it was getting close to my brother’s wedding, and I was to be a bridesmaid. A bridesmaid must look her best right? So I gave in and told my hair dresser she could do whatever she thought would look good.

Apparently the results were a success. More than one person at my brother’s wedding (including family members, though I won’t say which ones) commented on how pretty and grown up I looked. Imagine the confidence boost I received by being told that, at 28, I looked grown up. I should have known that all I had to do to be a grown up was to change my hair color. How unfortunate that I failed to discover that fact earlier in life.

I have since regularly gotten my hair colored. I wonder how grown up I am now….