At church on Sunday, no one immediately looked into my eyes; they were looking at my hair! The looks on their faces were spectacular! I’m comfortable enough in my own skin that it really wasn’t all that big of a deal.
I kidded with a couple of people and told them that I had been eating such nutritious food for six months that I woke up one day last week and my grey hair had recolored itself!!
Mid-life crisis? Probably. But no gold chains around my neck with my shirt unbuttoned too far down………..yet!
I have spent years not looking into mirrors or pictures of myself. I pretty much knew the train wreck waiting to look back at me…I didn’t want to be reminded.
Since I’ve lost a bit of weight, my courage has been bolstered to look at recent pictures. Yes, I have a way to go, but in comparison at least I don’t look like walking death anymore.
I did look awfully grey haired though. I thought that it made me look older; much older than I’ve been feeling since I’ve begun clawing my way back to health. I feel younger anyway.
I guess I wanted my hair to reflect my younger sense of myself.
Weird isn’t it? For years I looked like hell and it didn’t motivate me enough to change. Now that I’ve started to change, I care what I look like! Go figure!
Now I look in the mirror and see the darker hair and it’s pretty startling. It sort of reminds me of someone trying too hard to look younger than he is.
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| I think this color makes me look too young, what do you think? |
I’ll be 51 this month, which doesn’t seem real old, certainly 51 seems MUCH younger than it did 20 years ago! Ah, what’s a lad supposed to do?
I suppose I’ll probably go back to somewhere closer to my natural grey hair color, after all I earned every one of ‘em!
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