My first gray hair.
I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later…just like I knew I was bound to lose my first tooth, start puberty and gain the Freshman Fifteen.
I’m actually quite proud of this hair. It’s gold and silver and shines like glitter in the light. This strand is the prettiest thing my head has yet to produce.
It’s more of a unicorn hair than anything else, really.
To have made it to 30 before getting my first
gray unicorn hair is really a miracle considering most of the women in my family started going gray in their late teens/early twenties:
But as beautiful as their white locks are, I’m not sure if I am ready to have my own just yet. I mean, what if more come? What will I do? I really hate the idea of using hair dye, but if you pluck a gray hair I’ve heard that ten grow back in its place!
Luckily, this hair came from a secluded spot at the back of my head.
That’s a good sign, right?
I mean, if this hair had sprouted from the top of my head, then that would mean that I was really turning gray, right?
No, I believe that this hair, as special as it is, is just a fluke.
It’s a fluke hair.
A fluke/magical/lucky/unicorn hair.