If you’re a regular reader, you’ve probably noticed that there aren’t many things I won’t talk about—or share (photos included). In my most recent personal age-related developments, I finally realized/accepted that I now need reading glasses for up-close tasks like proofreading on paper and reading in bed before I go to sleep. (The major upside of this overdue acknowledgement is that I can now insert my son’s headgear swiftly and easily, without a major brawl ensuing. To think I could have avoided this nightly bedtime strife for the past 6+ months simply by bringing my readers upstairs, but lesson learned.)
Just a few months shy of 43, I’ve been very lucky in the gray hair department. I’ve had one single gray eyelash for a while, which mascara can easily mask (not that anyone would notice). I tried plucking it once but accidentally grabbed too many lashes and wound up with a hairless spot, so I won’t be doing that ever again. On my head, I have a few grays along my hairline, but they blend with my blonde and I can pluck strategically without creating bald spots. (For the record, it’s a fallacy that more grays come back if you yank one out.)
But perhaps the most dreaded gray hair situation happened this past weekend. I found a gray ‘down there.’ Although my bikini-waxing preferences lean toward leaving just a little patch, this was not a situation I was mentally prepared for. I promptly plucked it, but now I’m considering my options going forward because it WILL come back.
#1: Let it go.
This is pretty self-explanatory. For the record, this is not a major situation. Although the sprouting of this pigment-less strand has some significance when it comes to accepting the natural aging process, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if I just let it be (at least while we’re still in the single digits).
#2: Take it all off.
If I don’t want to be reminded that my body’s natural internal clock is flashing the time in my face every time I pull down my pants, I could just ask my long-time waxer to take it all off. This solution is easy enough—although being completely hairless makes me feel somewhat uncomfortable.
#3: Color myself happy.
This isn’t an option I would consider until the gray hairs outnumber the dark ones, but let it be known that pubic-hair coloring is a thing. (And I totally get it because we want every part of our body to look as young as we feel.) Available in both natural and fun colors like blue(!), Betty literally has your gray hairs covered down there if you so choose.
So, what’s your most dreaded sign of aging? (I’m terrified to see what pops up next.)