For women, hair is a symbol of femininity. Whether it is long or short, It is every woman’s crowning glory. And there’s a story behind every woman’s hair. Here’s mine:
I was born with very thin and black hair. My hair grew very slowly when I was a child. I remember that I was nearly bald until five years old. I just got the normal length of hair when I was already in second grade. When I was in high school, gray hair started to sprout on my head. I wasn’t that surprised because my two older sisters started to have gray hair at the same age. Surprisingly, our mom had no single gray hair at that time, and our dad as far as I remember was bald headed when he was still alive. We didn’t know to whom we inherit having gray hair at the young age. Maybe it’s really in our genes. I have a shoulder length hair when I was a teenager, and gray hair were only few so it’s not too obvious at the moment. And that time, I didn’t paid more attention about it. But when others noticed my hair having gray, they began teasing me and telling I’m already old. Because of that, I developed inferiority complex.
When I was in my college years, my gray hair became too obvious as it grew three inches from my scalp, some were longer. And what bothered me was its really itchy. I tried to pluck some of it but later I noticed the more I plucked, the more it grows and itchy. I became conscious about my hair as I asked myself why I’m having gray hair at the young age, while others have normal colored hair. As a solution, I decided to do what my sisters were doing to their gray hair. I started to dye my hair to cover all the gray. I used to save money just to buy a box of hair color which a bit costly for me that time. But it didn’t matter, as long as it covered my precious secret on the top my head. Since then, dyeing my hair has been part of my life. I already tried different shades, from brown, burgundy to bordeaux red. And that helped me to get back my shattered self-confidence. But there’s always consequences in every action. My hair becomes dry and brittle, and I got hair fall. So when I started to work and earned, I got the chance to set appointment to salon to get a better hair dye and treatment every four to six months.
Now that I’m in my late 30’s, eventhough gray hair popped out faster than before and occupied most part of my scalp, it doesn’t bother me anymore. However, I still dye my hair but not too often, I just do it like once or twice a year. I’ve been used to it and learned to accept my gray hair as part of me and my growing years. Still, it’s my crowning glory!