Covid Made Me Do It – Why I Decided To Just Embrace The Gray

in Life.....As We Know It, getting older, gray hair

Why do we Glop on the Goop? And just how many unpronounceable chemicals do we really need in our beauty products?

Like many women, when I was in my 40s, I saw…dare I say it – GRAY HAIRS! And lots of them. So, like the beauty machine that pumps out chemicals that we use all over our bodies instructed me, I had my hair colored.  


I do not have a happy relationship with chemicals. And guess what? Most of the goop we glop onto our skin, hair, faces, fingernails and toenails is just full of toxic chemicals. ICK. We are surrounded by fake substances and encouraged to purchase those fake substances by the manufacturers of those chemicals who spend millions of dollars in advertising each month to convince us.

When I read labels, if the ingredients are unpronounceable, then I get suspicious. Just what exactly is meant by “hexo-floro-dethmyoxy-1,2-propinquinate?” (Yes, I totally made that substance up, but it sounds like something I once read on a shampoo bottle.)

And how many fake smells does one person need to slather on their body? Fake colors and fake smells – we use them every day in lotions, shampoos, deodorants, and makeup. ENOUGH! 


COVID kept me out of the salon, so it is time to embrace my true hair color.

I committed a long time ago to try to eat less processed and chemically altered junk food. That is better for my health and the health of my family. If we try to be healthier and protect our bodies from the inside, why don’t we do the same for the outside?

So, when COVID kept me from going to the salon and getting my hair done, I took a long, hard look at the chemicals in typical hair coloring. And I was not happy. It brought up images of toxic waste dumps where radioactive barrels are buried in the ground. Nope. DONE. No more. Thank you COVID.

I have decided to stop forever in the fake coloring of my hair! I will now embrace my gray hair, and lord, do I have a lot of it! But, that’s okay. I am almost 55 years old. It is okay to be gray. Matter-of-fact, I am going beyond just being “okay” with it, I am going to embrace it, celebrate it, rejoice in the natural color of my hair. 

I did that a long time ago when I first saw wrinkles around my eyes. Each wrinkle was linked to laughter and good times I had with family and friends. When your eyes crinkle up because you are belly-laughing, well, those little wrinkles show up. They are a reminder of joy! And I am okay with that. I embraced my wrinkles. Now, I will embrace my grays.

Each gray hair is a freaking testament to my endurance! Every one of them shows that I have lived a long life, a hard life, a joyous life. And each one of those hairs will remind me that aging is not to be feared, it is not to be dreaded. It is the sign of a wise woman, a woman who has struggled and risen above. A woman of a “certain age” who isn’t afraid of who she is anymore. I am not ashamed of my wrinkles and my gray hair. My belly fat? Well, that is another battle for another day! LOL

Here’s to you, all the other fabulous ladies out there who are embracing your grays, too. 

P.S. If you want to know about how I have gone chemical-free with my make-up, shampoo, cleaning supplies, bug spray, etc, just CLICK HERE to send me an email.  (And I am not selling anything, so there. LOL) 

Just trying to be the authentic ME!