But now, tragedy has struck, I have found grays growing out my head. Yes, my actual head. sob. Chris and I were out to dinner when I spotted them in the bathroom mirror.
I'm not sure how I feel about them. The drama queen in me says,
"gahhhhhh! I'm too young for gray hairs. Woe is me, I am only 25!"
While the much more mature rational side says,
"meh. no biggie. Because of the way I part my hair the grays don't show."
I'm feeling very old. I never thought the day would come when I had actual gray hairs (oh look, denial again).
I'm not planning on dying it right now for a variety of reasons (mainly because I'm cheap and I wear a stupid hat to school everyday.)
But, every time my mind wanders back to my new grays (which happens often-- I'm vain like that) I have a conflicting battle of two songs-- I Am Beautiful and The Old Grey Mare.
What do you do about grey hairs? Or am I the only one sprouting the vile traitorous follicles? Lord help us when I start to get wrinkles!
And Christina Aguilera's "I Am Beautiful"