Gray Hair Grow-Out: Before & After Pics
Last summer I began the process of growing out my natural hair color, which was—after a decade or more of coloring—anyone’s guess. Okay, well, that’s kind of a big fat lie, because I knew it would be gray. I just didn’t know how gray. The question was, would it be salt & pepper or all silver? Would I rock the gray or rush back to the store for another box of L’Oreal 6G Light Golden Brown?
The process began last summer when I peered into the bathroom mirror at my widening skunk stripe. Every woman of a certain age who dyes her hair knows what the skunk stripe is. We color our hair, and as it grows our roots remind us how old we really are. And if you’re a hair dyer, then you must dye the roots to hide the stripe. When I first started coloring, I only had to dye the roots every five weeks. Over time, five became four, became three, became two, and I began to resent that ninety minutes of my life—every two weeks—that I would never get back. I decided the time had come to reclaim my Saturday mornings.
The first step was, of course, to stop coloring. The second step—because I’m impatient—was to cut all my hair off into a pixie to make the grow-out faster and easier. This I did, and back in November I changed my profile pic to accommodate my new ‘do, because with my hair short and roots growing out at a rapid rate, it felt like cheating to keep my old photo up. And now the time has come to change it again, because the transformation is complete.
Without further ado, here is the before and after:
It’s a change, let me tell you. Sometimes I look at myself and wonder, “What the hell was I thinking?” But on most days I’m happy I did it. Yes, I look a lot older, but . . . well, I look like I’m supposed to. I am older, and I’m okay with that. I only have one life, and I’m grateful to experience every season of it. Even this one. Maybe especially this one, considering the alternative.
When I list the pros and cons of growing out the gray, there is only one con: looking older. The pros, however, are plentiful. The biggie is that I no longer spend time or money coloring. Also, when the wind blows, I don’t cringe over my roots showing. In fact, while in the car, I open the sunroof and buzz all the windows down because not only do I not have to wonder if my roots are blazing, the pixie means there’s just no way to mess this up to the point it can’t be fixed with a little water and some finger combing. The silver looks great in the sunshine. And maybe best of all—I receive more compliments on my hair now than ever before. So, no, I’m not sorry to have kissed the skunk stripe goodbye forever.
Growing out the gray isn’t for everyone. I know women a couple of decades older than I who say they will never stop coloring their hair. It’s a matter of personal priorities, really, so there is no right or wrong. There is only making a choice that allows you to feel good about yourself. Do that, and you’re golden . . . even if you’re silver. 🙂
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