Shock, Denial, Anger, and Acceptance of Going Gray at 25
Introduction
There is no logical explanation for how a typical mirror, hanging in a small and cozy bathroom, doing its job well, might turn into someone’s worst adversary.
Indeed, I had the same thought. Until one so-called wonderful day, I changed my mind.
No, not after staring at my tired and unsatisfied old self in the mirror for the thousandth time. But when I casually spotted some gray hairs growing from my scalp.
Don't misunderstand me: I had no illusions that I would somehow reverse the effects of aging like Benjamin Button.
But I wasn’t expecting to see so many gray hairs on my temple. Especially because I still get occasional breakouts of teenage acne. And I am only 25.
In other words, I still seemed to be reeling from the shame of my teenage years, when I had to face senile humiliation. And it was too much of a blow for me to bear. So I blamed the mirror.
Part I: Denial
That morning, I was about to dry my recently washed hair. So I armed myself with a brush, a hair dryer, a special oil, and faith in my hairstyling abilities and went to the bathroom.
