Will I Go Grey?

I was walking down the bright streets of New York City like I owned them.
I felt great, confident. I was a woman with a place to go.

That’s when I started sensing that something had changed. There were so many of them. Women with grey hair. They owned the streets.

I had come to New York for a photoshoot, so I had made sure my hair color was on point and my roots were very invisible, but there I was, suddenly feeling left out.

Women walking past me, all free and unapologetic. Young women with grey hair. Super trendy women with grey hair. Pregnant women with grey hair. Older women with long, free, grey hair.

Streaks of grey all over downtown. Had I missed something major?

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Me, The Guardian Of All Style?*

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Of course it had been almost impossible to ignore. But I had observed the shift from a distance, with an appreciative but skeptical eye. Is grey hair like leg hair, or underarm hair, a symbol of liberation that never really makes it into the beauty cannons of our times?

No woman had ever gone …