To figure out some skin issues a while back I shaved off all my then-long hair. Now it’s grown to a noticeable length again and there are giant patches and streaks of gray coming in everywhere. I’m only 32. There is too much stress in the world. My mother didn’t gray until her late 40s, same with my grandmother I think. Guess it’s time to own that young grandma drip for the Mad Max future
I find that sort of romanticizing healthy, personally. Vindication of and physical reminders of the struggles you’ve been through. Like a scar that you can look at to remember a fight for justice. ✊