At this point of my transition to the other side of me I have reached a point of acceptance and what I believe to be an emerging sense of pride in my crowning glory. I have achieved this. Not just the appearance change, but the attitude change. The hair regrowth acceptance & the self acceptance.
My gorgeous 8 yr old Grandson quickly corrected me recently after I jokingly said I was old because I had grey hair. He told me I don't, it's silver. Which made me feel he was just as precious as the metal he described. I proclaim it to be official....I have silver hair.
By this time next year I will have a totally waist length, silver head of hair. Oh how there will be rejoicing in the streets (well in front of my bathroom mirror anyway). How the masses will swoon at my crowning brilliance (well my partner may notice if I hint off enough). Social awareness will be forever uplifted (well my hairdresser will forever give up the notion of getting me to recolour). I shall swish and flick with gay abandon, looking tres chic and confident to all (at least in 1 selfie after many attempts, where the angle & light are just so).
But until then I'll keep spinning & sprouting silver threads at a rate of 1inch per 2 months like a little silk worm.
