Hitting the bottle

Throughout my life, there were three things that I could count on--beauty wise--that didn't require me to do any extra effort and made people a little jealous of me. Those were my strong, thick and healthy nails, my flawless skin and my thick hair, especially because I had lots and lots of hair. (Something hairstylists would always complain about.)

But as we age, we start to lose our hair. What is left to grow back tends to grow gray. That's what's happening to me now. I used to have a couple of random gray hairs, but ever since I moved to Laredo, it's as if a third the hair on my head decided to go gray. I thought the solution was to never wear my hair loose, and as long as nobody mentioned them, I forgot all about it.

That was until yesterday when I went to get a haircut. The stylist finished cutting my hair in no time (because my hair is thinning), and she filled up the time by commenting on all my gray. I even caught her snipping some off from the root. I almost cried.




Ignore the gummy chick behind me, but as you can see, the stylist didn't get them all. I guess it's time to start dying my hair and make an effort to keep my hair decent. At least until I have to start wearing a wig.