Well, it finally happened.
I was checking my reflection in the overhead visor of my car today when I spotted it.
My first gray hair. Right near my temple. Glistening in the sunlight. I was tempted to yank it, but I decided to leave it there. Still not sure why. I think it's because I love to torture myself?
Now I know that, for many of you, this is not big news. Some of you have been dealing with gray hairs for a while now, and from you, I don't expect sympathy.
But I am a newcomer to this world of old lady follicles. And it's not a place I'm finding particularly comfortable.
Combine this recent discovery with the other harsh realities I've been dealing with of late:
...the sudden appearance of thin little lines at the corners of my eyes, and across my forehead, that don't go away even in the complete absence of any facial expression...
...the slow but steady erosion of whatever breastesses I once had, a sacrifice not in vain due to their nothing-short-of heroic efforts in feeding 3 children for 3 years, but a crippling blow to my self-image nonetheless...
...and the dogged insistence of my unrestrained belly to keep puffing out to its 3-month pregnant dimensions, regardless of the fact that no further pregnancies are forthcoming.
So here I am, wrinkly, both puffy and flat but in all the wrong places... and now with a gray hair.
If this is what I look like two months short of age 36, I shudder to think how the wheels will have completely fallen off the wagon some thirty years from now! Will I be a raisin with legs??
All recommendations for eye creams, hair dye, and girdles welcome in the comments section below.
Kindly take a moment and help ease my transition into OLD.