Hey y'all!
I've been thinking about something lately. Why is it that when men start going gray, they're called distinguished or silver foxes, but when women do it, somebody wants to hand us a box of hair dye?!
I'm 49, and I call my gray hair my WISDOM. Now, I might color it every once in a while, but I'm perfectly happy letting these grays do their thing!
And here's what really gets me. Sometimes the biggest critics of how women age are other women. Why are we doing this to each other?!
Whether it's gray hair, wrinkles, or weight, can we just let women enjoy getting older without feeling like something needs fixing?
So tell me, are you embracing aging, fighting it, or somewhere in between?
Hit that reply button and let me know. I want to hear from you!
