I found a few grey hairs.
When I was 16-years-old, I was buying some makeup at Target and the cashier said, “Aw that’s so cute! You have a purse.” When I was 21-years-old, I drove down to Florida for spring break with my best friend. I was offered a kids menu one night. A lady on the beach told me I couldn’t have a flyer for a nightclub because I was a little girl.
I would say, “I can’t wait until I look older. I can’t wait to get wrinkles or to have grey hair.”
Lately, I’ve enjoyed going without a face of makeup. I moisturize. I don’t mind the freckles that I always loathed. I don’t look old by any means but I’ve been waiting for awhile to not look like I’m 12-years-old.
So yeah, I’m keeping these greys.
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