The 11th Commandment “Thou Shalt Not Age”
I’m not sure of the exact date that I started to my find my identity in a bottle of hair dye, but it was somewhere in my early twenties. In the beginning I only hit the bottle every 6 to 8 weeks, but as the years past it became more frequent. The more the balance shifted in favour of gray strands over my original brown the more obvious the “skunk line” became. Like clock work, somewhere around the 3 week mark, I would hit the bottle again and my self-esteem would be magically restored.
Why is that? Why does the appearance of youth bolster my self-esteem? What am I afraid of? Why am I fighting the aging process?
Speaking for myself, my perception is that the majority of society will make me feel “less than”. I will be constantly reminded that my best years are behind me. I will be marginalized, a victim of ageism. I will become invisible, considered no longer relevant.
The crazy thing, is that I feel like I’m finally coming into my own and that I’m just getting started.
Will my perception be my reality?
I hope you will follow “The Gray Project” as I head down this path and see where the narrative takes me.
(For the record, January 11, 2016 …. A day that will be forever known as my “Last Dye Date”)