My relationship with my gray hairs reminds me of the drama between the main characters of one of those long-running soap operas. I have admired them, feared them, ignored them, tried to hide them, and maybe, finally, learned to accept them.
With age we become unruly –just like our hair! One day you notice you need to add a bit more conditioner so your hair will look and feel less dry. Then, you start trying all kinds of treatments and when you realize that these measures are not going to cut it, you just start washing your hair less often.
I embraced my 50s wholeheartedly. 50’s can be a great time in the life of a woman; all that confidence built in the 40s pays off. I am comfortable in my own skin, my own heart and brain. Even still, not everything is perfect. My hair, for one, is something I am still learning how to handle in my 50s.
I’m 53 now. A successful career and I great family is on my list of proud achievements. And I still love a beauty magazine. I’m picking up different ones today. I love to read about real women stories; about places to explore around the world... And as always, I look for the latest in beauty and fashion. But, different from my young years, I’m more skeptical about what products promise.
I realized how much my take on friendships has changed as I have gotten older: my group of friends has become much smaller (which doesn’t mean I get to see them more often), we have closer bonds (so it doesn’t matter if we don’t see each other that often) and that I now value them much more than I did in my 20s and 30s.
You know my hair is in serious trouble when even my husband of 29 years takes notice. Admittedly, I have never had great hair. My hair is not the shiny, thick, luxurious, abundant type you see in TV commercials. It is thin and I never have had tons of it. However, my husband – as many other husbands - would not typically comment one way or the other… until this morning.
While I know this is a topic more openly talked about today, menopause is still seen as some terrible thing women will experience. Well, I have news for all of the women out there who fear their impending menopause; it’s not that bad. In fact, it comes at a great time in our lives, and, if we embrace it, it can be empowering.
Tomorrow is my birthday. I will turn 44. Oh no, wait, I will turn 45! This is how I respond in most forms I have filled out since I turned 40. I find myself writing a different age than I am, many times younger, but sometimes older too.
I may no longer possess the youthful looks of my 20s and 30s, but the confidence and wisdom I now have surely make up for that. Don’t get me wrong, I still care about looking good, and I still love a compliment. But the way I go about looking good now is completely different than in was in my 30s.
It seems like in every article I read, and every chain pharmacy I walk into, the headlines read on creams to fight aging skin. However, now 52, I’ve been noticing changes in my hair, and it seems like no one else finds them relatable. Where are the products for aging hair?