Why Going Completely Gray Was The Best Decision I've Made

I'd consider myself a "fuck it" person by nature, in that I'm not afraid to experiment. But this attitude came out more recently — for a while I was someone who wanted to please everyone. When my mother told me never to touch my hair growing up, I listened. She'd say I could do anything I wanted to myself, but I should never mess with my locks. "It's long, it's beautiful, it's healthy," she'd say. "Once you dye it, you can never go back." So I experimented elsewhere — with makeup, tattoos, piercings, and whatever I could get my hands on.

One day, I looked in the mirror and noticed some silver streaks had cropped up on either side of my temple — little gray wings. Now that I think about it, there probably wasn't enough for anyone else to notice. But, there was enough that I felt I looked like someone who needed to deal with their hair one way or another, and was just choosing not to. Around this time, I visited home and saw a photo of my mother in the '90s.

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