I started to go grey at an early age– so I started dyeing my hair.
I had a varicose vein appear in my late twenties.
I had it stripped.
Bunions began to appear. I ignored them.
I had children and my bladder seemed smaller.
So I went pee more.
Thing is, I dealt with each situation. I took each in stride and gracefully carried on.
This past month, I’ve hit a wall.
I found my first grey pubic hair. My first sighting and I was floored. That's not supposed to happen. Or if it is - crap.
Who do I discuss this with?
My husband laughed at me when I told him. Like it was nothing.
I can’t really talk about it with my mother. No doubt she’ll just say,
Wait till you have fifty of them.
I don’t feel comfortable mentioning it to my neighbour, and I’m pretty sure my five year-old son’s teacher will appear shocked to know so much.
So I turn to you, my compadres, my sisterhood.
It confronts me each time I go to the bathroom (which, with this bladder, is a lot), when I change in the morning, when I have a bath at night.
I’m looking at it all the time.
It’s the big shocker for me. I can handle the crow’s feet – I actually think I look good with crow’s feet – and I refuse to call the brown freckles on my hands brown “spots” because I am past forty. My butt still sits nicely at the top of my legs.
But the grey pubic hair.
I’m still working on this one. Because yesterday, I found number two.

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carly said:

This post totally made my day. Hilarious! I notice new signs of aging nearly every day - ah, yes, the beauty of getting older. Just this year, since turning 30, I've become 100% gray (for the record: that's on my head; haven't noticed any down there just yet), have a few laugh lines around my eyes, and my body sure as hell has some aches and pains. Anyway, great post! If only all women could look at aging with such humor. Look at the bright side: you now know who you can talk to about this: the whole world! hahahaha

April 01, 2008 | url

Priscilla Campbell said:

I love it! And can I relate. My head hair used to be nice and thick and now it's thinning out. I look like an old cat. I ask...what can be next? For sure, there's more to come.

April 11, 2008 | url

Jennie Shortridge said:

Oh, my dearies, there is so much more to come! I am a creaky little 48-year-old, and the unthinkable is happening: jowls! Ai caramba! I too loved my laugh lines, my crows feet, but my face is morphing into my mother's! And my knees are headed in the same direction: down. And here's one I didn't expect--just as your outsides migrate south, so do your insides. I have become a snorer! Take heart, though. So many things are better at this age that it truly doesn't matter, except in certain fleeting moments.

April 12, 2008 | url

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